Tor came into our lives like a lightning bolt. I had tried for nine years to have another baby, struggling with infertility and the financial mountain of IVF. I had quadruplets in my late twenties and thought having just one baby would be a dreamy experience. Instead my water broke in the middle of the night at 26 weeks. My heart broke. The night I went into the hospital, I posted one of my only alone selfies. I felt the need to connect. I believe people gravitate to motherhood struggles because we all have them, albeit different ones. People made me laugh and sent incredible love and support. It was humbling. I really needed it. It?s hard to share the scary stuff. 
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My son is a hashtag

I?m not sure how, but the followers came. My biggest spike occurred when I tagged Gwyneth Paltrow for her cookbook, which I was reading while Tor recovered at home. Gwyneth reposted it on Goop, and it exploded?and not in a good way. People said Tor looked horrible, wrinkly and sad with his oxygen tube. They railed against Gwyneth for having such a baby represent her book. I didn?t receive any negative comments on my post?but I did gain a couple thousand new followers. I quickly posted a welcome and request that everyone respect my feed as a positive-only space...