Besides mothering, what could we have in common?
She has 3 beautiful daughters each spaced 2 perfectly planned years apart. Clearly not infertile.
I enjoyed her company though. We chatted about motherhood – breastfeeding, cosleeping, returning to work. I felt a sense of normalcy to finally be able to relate to an acquaintance on a level I never could have before.
Finally, I mentioned that Wyatt was an IVF baby.
She asked, “Is he your first?”
“No, we had a loss before him.”
“Me too. I lost my first baby too.”
And just like that, I realized my judgement was so wrong.
It’s the things you can’t see, the words often left unspoken, the pieces of the story that hurt when they are said out loud that bind us together.
I see you warrior Momma.
And thank you for sharing your truth with me. ❤