TW: Pregnancy Loss ❤️‍🩹 In December 2019, I became pregnant for the first time. Despite the miraculousness of any conception, I was severely overwhelmed and fearful when I found out about this pregnancy. I cried, and I cried, and I fell into the arms of my husband and girlfriends in a cloud of doubt. After 11 days of living in a very new reality, I miscarried. As soon as I started to soften into the news of my pregnancy, I lost it. As I drove to the office of my OBGYN to confirm my miscarriage, already certain I was no longer pregnant, I decided I would not live another day without honoring my inner mother. I knew she was there, heart wide open, because she felt every corner and crevice of her first pregnancy. Although her emotions were incredibly raw and difficult, she felt them fully, nonetheless. Three months later, I became pregnant for the second time. I dressed up for every OBGYN appointment because I was determined to bring my best, strongest self to every one, no matter what I might learn about my pregnancy and baby. I walked into the office of my OBGYN like I was walking into the office of my dream job. Present. Capable. Wholly human. No matter what the day held, I would feel it fully, heart wide open, knowing my inner mother was already there. Thankfully and luckily, I carried this baby for 41 weeks before becoming the most fortunate mother on Earth to my son, Sullivan James O’Leary, on December 07, 2020. Continued...