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We had two miscarriages, followed by an extremely difficult pregnancy that culminated in an even worse birth. While I was comatose for my daughter's first month, my family and medical team decided that, if I lived, my child-bearing years were over. For a while, I struggled with the desire for more, until the doctor who saved my life asked me whether I thought DH really wanted to be a single dad to two small children. That put things in perspective for me. Now I focus on being grateful for my precious daughter, who is truly a miraculous gift, and that I survived with enough brain cells intact to experience parenting her. Many are far worse off than I. But, like you, my heart still hurts sometimes, particularly when I see stories of neglected or abandoned children. How can people not appreciate the blessing each child is?