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I’m used to being called names. I’m used to negative comments calling me fat, ugly and every name in between. That’s life as a television news anchor—not everyone is going to like you. And that’s OK. While I am good at brushing off the mean comments, when someone attacks my parenting, that’s NOT OK. I received a message that was not only hurtful, it brought me to tears as my entire body began shaking.

To the woman who called me sick because I talk about my children who died, my heart hurts for you.

As a mother who has experienced child loss, premature birth and infertility, I put my life out on full display. I write and share my family’s story as a way to help others, all while getting the chance to share stories about all three of my triplets, even though two are no longer alive. Yes, the internet can be filled with insensitivity, especially when I discuss topics that, even in 2019, are considered taboo. Most times, I can take the high road, but not today.

It’s been 5 ½ years since my triplets were born, and in all that time, never has a comment made me sick to my stomach. In the minutes after reading this message, so many emotions took over me. I wanted to yell at this woman. I wanted her to know how much words can hurt. And I wanted to know if she has ever lost a child. I tried to calm down, but that message kept coming back to me. I found myself awake throughout the night, quietly sobbing while my heart was racing and hurting at the same time.

I put my life out there on the internet, so I have to realize people are entitled to their opinion, even if it’s negative. But here’s the thing—If you’ve followed my family and our story for years, you would know that my life is not surrounded by grief and loss. Social media is not an accurate view of a person’s life. You only see snippets on Facebook and Instagram, and oftentimes, you only see the most glamorous, happy moments. I choose to show reality, and it’s not always pretty. I share the heartbreaking moments of parenting children in both heaven and earth. Yet, I also show the wonderful moments of raising a daughter who is truly remarkable. If you’ve followed my story, you would know that I’m the happiest I’ve been in years. Yes, it’s possible to find life after loss and it’s possible for grief and happiness to coexist. My life doesn’t revolve around grief, and no, I don’t dwell over my losses every day.

My daughter is her own person, a unique individual full of joy and spunk. She will always know how special she is and we are constantly finding ways to celebrate her, along with remembering her brother and sister. Yes, my daughter is here. She’s alive and present. But, I’m not going to forget that she was a triplet and I’m not going to hide the fact that I’m a mother to two angels above.

I woke up today, exhausted from a lack of sleep and worn out from the emotional toll of this cruel message I received. But, the more I think about it, the more I want to share. I have a unique platform through television and writing where I can be a voice for others. I can share the ups and downs of life and know that I am making a difference. If at least one person reads my words and feels like he or she is not alone, then it’s worth it. For every one negative message I receive, I know that there are hundreds, if not thousands, of people around the world who can relate to my life.

Life has been difficult for my family at times, but we choose to look at the positive. The loss of two of my children is not a burden; I now choose to see it as a blessing. I would give anything to have them here today, but I’ve learned to find the good in our tragic situation. All three of my children have shaped who I am today. My children have taught me compassion, grace and kindness, all traits this cruel woman could learn from. It’s tricky being a parent of child loss, but I’m doing the best that I can and I know all three of my children are proud of me.

This article originally appeared on Stacey Skrysak.com

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Stacey Skrysak

Stacey Skrysak is a local television news anchor in Illinois, but her proudest role is becoming a mom after years of infertility. Stacey is mother to a 22-weeker surviving triplet and two angels. Even though two of her children were only alive for a short time, her triplets have touched thousands of people around the world. Through her blog, Stacey has become a voice for infertility, premature birth and child loss. These days, she sprinkles in the trials and tribulations of raising a daughter, who was once nicknamed “The Diva of the Nicu.”

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