Last June, I gave birth to our third daughter, Abby. She lived only 7 hours and left me with empty arms, a deflated belly, and breasts full of useless milk. This June we will welcome our fourth daughter. I often feel very divided as I continue to grieve for Abby and anticipate this new baby’s arrival. This picture speaks very clearly of that. My hands hold our 28 week old baby within my womb, and my heart beats beneath a tattoo of Abby’s footprint.
(Update to this story here.)