I remember vividly being pregnant with my first baby, Alex. Finally my dream of becoming a mom was coming true. I waited an elated 9 months for his arrival, and on the day after he was due we found out he had died in utero. He was stillborn 2 days later. Seven months after that unthinkable loss I miscarried a baby girl at 8 weeks. Thirteen months after that I finally held Nicky. He was a bundle of warmth that felt like heaven. After that initial bliss we found out he had EB, and everything else was a blur. For the longest time I felt lower than low. I am not sure I felt ashamed per se, but I was definitely distressed about my story, I felt distraught, even tormented by the memories of holding my dead newborn and surely poking blisters on my precious new baby did not help myRead More →