But one night, while I was crying beside her, Will came closer and said:
“Stacey, you did not give her pain. You gave her life.”
Those words changed everything.
I understood that motherhood is not only bringing a child into the world. Motherhood is also standing beside their pain, even when you can barely stand yourself.
Time passed.
The world had already forgotten the shock of my first birth when I became pregnant again.
This time, the reaction was even harsher.
People wrote that I was crazy. That risking it a second time was unforgivable. That I was playing with death.
And every time, I read those words in silence and thought only one thing:
“They don’t know what it means to love a child before they are even born.”
My second child was born.
