I can't watch the birth of a baby...even if it's just on TV...without welling up with tears.
I can't see a pregnant woman without feeling a twinge of envy for the innocence that comes when a baby is healthy.
I can't watch a baby eating without feeling a little bit of sadness.
I can't walk through the doors of the hospital without being slammed with emotions that I don't know how to deal with.
I have a minor panic attack at the thought of ever going through another pregnancy.
My heart hurts every time I hear someone say something that implies that my baby isn't normal.
In a world where I am surrounded by friends and family I have never felt more lonely.
I still cry every day of my life, and I wonder when that will stop.
There are a lot of other things that I struggle with too...things that are too personal to talk about openly...
My little Emily fills my heart...and when I'm holding her close I know that I would do it all again for her.
If my life has a theme song...this is it: