Story by Tina Driver. “I walked over to Jeremiah’s nook and fell on the floor, calling out his name and demanding him back from God. My tears flooded our hardwood as I begged. In my rage I smashed a mason jar at my feet. I examined the shards and wanted to cut my wrist but I didn’t. I calmed down, still singing Jeremiah’s name from my lips.”

Story by Tina Rose. “I wish the future didn’t seem so scary now. I wish I didn’t know how often other mommies experience loss, how many babies are taken from us too soon. I wish I didn’t know how just because you make it through the first trimester, then the second, and the third, nothing is for sure, and we are not safe. I wish for so many things, but mostly I wish this wasn’t our story. I wish we had our daughter.”