With secondary infertility, no one knows your pain
As told to Miriam Bloch
ON the outside, we look like a typical family. Two parents. Four children. But getting there wasn’t easy–and our story isn’t over yet
As told to Miriam Bloch
i’m an average frum mother of four. My days are hectic as much as they are blessed. Both my husband and I work at demanding and fulfilling jobs.
This morning I snapped at my five-year-old to get dressed so she would be ready for carpool on time. I made her cry. Damage-controlled with a quick hug, “Mommy loves you,” and through gritted teeth, a promise that it was Mommy’s turn to do pickup today, and that I’d bring along a treat if she just. Got. Ready.
Then I planted a kiss on my eight-year-old’s cheek and shoved him through the door just as his bus was about to drive off.
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