yself walking in a daze out
sounded like a dirty word,
ng, or something I did or
ented this from happening.”
it meant I wouldn’t be seeing a positive sign on
a stick that month. Then there was the cruel
and utter heartache of three miscarriages along
the way. Acupuncture every week for a year,
vitamins, herbs, and concoctions galore.
There was suffering through the heartbreaking
losses, but there was hope, too, and my story
has a happy ending. I conceived my son, Arlo,
naturally when my daughter was three years
old, with my own eggs, and had an uneventful
pregnancy. I could’ve easily been fooled into
believing the doctor knew everything. My mind
and heart would not accept that. I’m no fool.
Melissa Rosenstock is a Certified
International Health Coach
(CIHC) specializing in women’s
empowerment and transformation.
Mel lives in Santa Monica,
California with her 2 kids. She is
a lover of nutrition, fitness, wellness and mindfulness.
www.melissarosenstock.com