What once was beautiful and appetizing became an unsavory ball of mush. All I can think is how this cake is a mirror for my life.
Shortly after being diagnosed with recurrent miscarriages, I was pregnant again. This time, I had answers, a plan, and a few prescriptions. The days passed. I began to believe this pregnancy might last. At some point between the first 100 sticks I peed on and the last baby shower, I stopped saying “this will be our rainbow baby”. I allowed myself to say, “this is our rainbow baby”. Then, our rainbow baby was born. The months rolled by, full of feedings[Read more]