I didn’t want to talk to my husband and at that point nothing he said felt “right”. I didn’t want to tend to the needs of my then 1-year old. I remembered my own dark time of waking in the mornings, wanting to pull the covers over my head and just go back to sleep. As the reader, once I realized that this mom had been distant from her daughter and husband because of years of being overcome with grief, I immediately related. When I got to the sketched page where she sees the blood and knows she lost the baby, it took me back to all the feelings I experienced at that same realization. As someone who has experienced a miscarriage 12-weeks into my pregnancy, when reading “This One Summer” I sympathized and connected with the mom in this book.
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