Even Though My Arms Are Empty, They Are Full of Hope

The room to the left at the top of the stairs was supposed to be the nursery. As soon as I saw the small square room, filled with natural light, I pictured my baby in my arms, singing him or her to sleep. I was a few weeks pregnant when my husband and I purchased our small cape-cod style home. Four years and four miscarriages later, my arms and the room remained empty. Over time, a small IKEA writing desk found it’s way into the space. We told ourselves it was temporary. The room provided a quiet place to work and extra storage for winter coats, but we never stopped calling that room, “the nursery.”


Nicole Zasowski
Nicole Zasowskihttps://www.nicolezasowski.com/
Nicole Zasowski is a licensed marriage and family therapist and author of "From Lost to Found: Giving Up What You Think You Want For What Will Set You Free." As an old soul who wears her heart proudly on her sleeve, she enjoys writing and speaking on topics that merge her professional knowledge and personal experience. She lives in Connecticut with her husband and two young boys. Nicole would love to connect with you online: www.nicolezasowski.com.

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