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When we were going through our own jagged little version of hell before the twins arrived, my mum's neighbour leaned over the garden fence to tell me that "the universe only gives you what you can handle." The very next...

The breakroom TV in our pediatric triage unit was perpetually muted on a twenty-four-hour news channel, mostly serving as a glowing, anxiety-inducing nightlight while we charted at three in the morning. When you work in medicine long enough, you stop...

My mother-in-law told my friend to pack up the entire nursery before she even got home from the hospital so she wouldn't have to look at the empty crib. A hospital bereavement counselor suggested keeping the door wide open to...

You're sitting on the bathroom floor holding a plastic wand with two pink lines, completely oblivious to the fact that in exactly twenty-two weeks, you'll be sitting on this exact same tile holding a cardboard memory box from the hospital....