I will tell my story, sharing my three, every time.

Eleven.

“Thank you for sharing your story.

Us too.”

Followed by their story of infertility and loss….

They’d be 15.

We wanted more than one.

We lost three.

We struggled too and eventually adopted.

Fill in the blank with someone you love or work beside’s story.

Because 1 in 6 struggle to conceive.

1 in 4 pregnancies ends in loss.

And 1 in 160 pregnancies end with a child born still.

Infertility and loss affect someone you love or work beside.

For many of us, our journey to parenthood wasn’t what we hoped, dreamed, or planned.

And so I will tell my story, sharing my three, every time. Plus, I hope it helps you remember to choose empathy.

I tell it to honor them, to honor my motherhood, and to light the way out of the darkness of loss so we can walk it together.

Today marks what would have been the eleventh birthday of our last embryo.

Eleven years of wonders.

Eleven years of grief.

Eleven years of overwhelming love.

Eleven years of mothering them from afar.

Eleven years of holy awe of what these tiny beings that are my children, that we only held for a couple of weeks, and how far the love for them has reached.