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CHASING HOPE BY AMY DAWS 

AUTHOR BIO

      Amy Daws is local TV network affiliate commercial producer and lives in South Dakota with her husband, Kevin and their daughter, Lorelei. She graduated with honors from the University of Northern Iowa, despite fiercely executing her wild college-girl phase. Amy received her make-believe medical degree from the school of Google on infertility and miscarriage. On most nights, you can find Amy and her family dancing in their living room to Strawberry Shortcake’s theme song or stuffing themselves inside children sized playhouses and then struggling to get back out because there is nothing they wouldn’t do for their little miracle. She is passionate about sharing her story and connecting with other couples that have suffered losses and are in search of real-life understanding. Amy held on to hope in her journey because she knew the payoff of a miracle baby would be worth the wait.

CHASING HOPE PURCHASE LINKS:

Amazon:

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CHASING HOPE SYNOPSIS

            At 33 weeks pregnant, Amy is certain something bad will soon happen, it has too many times before. Deep down she fears it’s only a matter of time before the baby she’s carrying will die. Despite the fact that Amy has been repeatedly slapped in the face with multiple miscarriages, she still can’t seem to quiet that tiny voice in the back of her head that’s screaming at her to not give up hope.

            Follow Amy’s true story as she stumbles through her journey with humor and warmth all while dealing with the neuroses that come along with getting her hopes shattered time and time again. All she has to do is close her eyes and she’s lurched back to the memories of her losses on the floor in her bathroom, in the hospital, and even at her place of work. No one knows what the internal mind of a woman who’s lost five babies and suffered this many let downs goes through. Can Hope ever truly survive memories such as these?

EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 5:

 

            My husband tried to spare me the pain of seeing our baby who was no longer inside me. When he realized he wasn’t as subtle as he’d hoped, he looked at me apologetically and rubbed his hand on my arm.

            “Just go,” I stated coolly, my face sneered with disgust.

            He set the pictures on the dash of the car and walked into the pharmacy, shoulders hunched.

            I hesitantly grabbed the photos and flipped through them; tears streamed down my face and fell directly onto the images. Our baby went from a tiny circle of digital goo, to a tiny bean, to a tiny tadpole, to a tiny baby. There was a picture of the baby’s hand in a waving motion, like it could have been saying, Hi Mom. It’s me. Don’t worry, I’m worth it.