It was a special spot in my home dedicated to my hope and grief. It was where I could leave my grief and also access hope for the future.
My husband and I moved into our current home in 2016. It was that same year that I began fertility treatments after a string of unfortunate pregnancy losses. The new house brought hope of new beginnings, a new future and a growing family.
With boxes stacked like Jenga blocks in the corner, in the room "that might be a babies someday" I created a little altar. The altar held aspirational photos of pregnant women, chubby babies, sacred and meaningful objects that had been gifted to me or that I had found along our winding fertility journey. In the center of the altar was a candle that I would light before we would head into a doctor's appointment or to ward off my period around cycle day 28.