Sierra V. Fedorko

I learned to celebrate/rejoice over new, little life but what I felt was overwhelming loss. Baby after baby after baby while I heard no after no after no after no. This poem expresses the depth of that pain.

Infertility feels like losing your dreams and your life. And it also feels like losing your friends to motherhood itself.

Beautiful things cut deep when you’re suffering.

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