Carly says: I wrote this poem when I was going through a self resolving ectopic pregnancy (known as expectant management). I felt very alone and poetry was my only release. It was so painful in my mind and body and, in my mind, it will forever hurt.
I called my baby Hunter as I had often stared at that moon sobbing my heart out, I then found out it was a hunter’s moon during that time.
I know to some people it wasn’t a baby but to me it always was, and always will be.