It was the day of my grandfathers funeral, my period was late and a piece of me knew I had to take a pregnancy test. I was terrified. We already had 2 kids and to be honest, they weren’t easy. Everything in my world was struggling and the last thing we needed was a new baby. But, the test was positive.
My mom died suddenly, randomly, out of the blue at the age of 59. It was a shock to the world and even more so, my children. When she died, I had just had my third child, she was only 2 months old, and I was already lost in the sea of postpartum hormones.
I was drowning, what do you do with new the huge aching hole in your heart?