It’s hard for my wife not to feel cursed. Instead of a warm and welcome space for her children, she can picture her body to be dangerous and uninhabitable. She wants to think of Aiden as our miracle child, the only one to survive the harsh climate of her broken body.

"I was placed for adoption by my teenage birth parents during a time when closed adoptions were still commonplace. Each year on my adoption day, my adoptive mother would tell me the story of how I came into their lives. The story grew in detail as I aged and was interrupted by more questions. I learned that I was briefly in foster care during a