A few weeks after my sister welcomed her third son and just before Mother’s Day, I experienced the heart-wrenching loss of my first and only son during the second trimester of what had seemed like a flawless pregnancy.
“We can skip Mother’s Day this year,” my mom suggested, aware of the emotional toll it would take on me. This was my third pregnancy loss, and I felt like I had been through a storm of grief.
“No, I can handle it,” I insisted, a perfect example of self-deception.