It all started when…

I found out I was pregnant on a cold and damp evening in January - my third day home sick from work in a row. For all intents and purposes my husband and I were homeless, renting a space in a small unfinished basement. We didn’t even have our own room. I strung Ikea curtains from the ceiling for some semblance of privacy. Life had just dealt us another losing hand after an already dreadfully long losing streak. We were working full time, barely making ends meet and trying not to lose ourselves amidst the mounting uncertainty.

Two tiny blue lines lit up like a Christmas Tree. My heart sank into my stomach and I already felt like I had failed as mother. I thought things couldn’t get any worse…

But it was the best thing that ever happened to me.


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