If I had my way, bereaved mothers would stand out. They would look different. The world would be able to see, at a glance, that we had suffered the most tragic loss you can imagine.
If I had my way, people would be sensitive to the fact that there may be bereaved mothers around. They would be careful how they complain (or brag) about their children, so as not to hurt anyone unintentionally.
If I had my way, it would be socially acceptable for me to announce to strangers what I had been through and what it is teaching me.
If I had my way, they would welcome my story, and be changed by it. They would have an honest change of heart as they realize how good they have it and how easily it can all be taken away from them.
If I had my way, no other children would ever be hurt, mistreated, aborted, hated, hospitalized, abused, neglected ever again. They would never be miscarried or stillborn; they would never die.
If I had my way, pregnancy wouldn't be scary for carriers of genetic disorders. It wouldn't be frustrating or sad for those struggling with infertility. It wouldn't be disappointing for those who weren't expecting it. If I had my way, pregnancy would be easy and celebrated.
If I had my way, Ava would be alive and healthy.
If I had my way, I wouldn't have learned all these lessons. I would be a completely different person.
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