“I can’t find a heartbeat.” I asked, “Both of them?” The doctor replied “I’m sorry.” (This still gets me even after 25 years.) Honestly, mentally I left and watched myself go through it. I believe that was my way to protect myself from the pain. I went numb. Something that I never shared before.  During my pregnancy, I had done everything right. Everything I was asked to do, I did. Eat this. Don’t eat this. Take this vitamin. Bed rest. Everything…done done done. All for my baby boys.  Every day I was pregnant, I talked to them,read to them, played all kinds of music, sang to them…just bonded so deeply with them. Everything was washed and ready for them to come home. I was so excited to meet them!  I went into the hospital believing I was delivering twin baby boys but, instead I left with only a memory box filled with their hospital bands, piece of their hair, their caps and blankets…and my broken heart and dreams 💔It took years for me to heal and it wasn’t easy. I hid it well. The ...