You Didn’t Have the Miscarriage, But You Suffered Too

Contributed to New Orleans Mom

Then I turned my head, just so I wouldn’t see the truth, and I saw Dave’s face. He, too, was watching the screen. He, too, was in pain. His hand was still in mine, so I squeezed it tightly to remind him I was there. Together we got through the day.

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