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Amy Easley on Mar 28, 2021 in
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Hopes and expectations had enveloped me for months: my rainbow baby’s birth would be perfect. Healing. Story-worthy. Peace-filled. “Caught my own rainbow baby today!” would be my Instagram post, with rainbow, strong arm, and praying hands emojis. I even planned to sing “How Great Thou Art” in between contractions, because it felt like a good time to be a singing birthing lady. It wasn’t like that, of course. Eli’s due date was February 19, and on Sunday, February 7, I lost my mucus plug. Considering my track record with such things, I knew it could be a while, but...