Today (sunday) was supposed to be 5w1d.

Tuesday I noticed my lines weren't getting darker and I kind of felt like my pregnancy symptoms were tapering off. I got a quant hcg. It was at 101, in that moment I knew something was wrong. I kept having isolated pain on my left side. It was uncomfortable to say the least. The next day (wednesday) my hcg was down to 93. By Thursday it was at 66. They told me to prepare for a miscarriage. My heart shattered, we were so excited, we tried for a year, we were already discussing names, ideas, colors. I couldn't breathe I could feel my heart break for a minute. I was devastated. My doctor was incredibly insensitive, she said "pretend you were never pregnant, because you basically never were" this crushed my heart further, I was pregnant, scientifically I may not have been "pregnant" but spiritually my baby was there, my baby lives in heaven, and my baby will forever live in my heart. I hate the term "chemical pregnancy" now, its almost as though you aren't supposed to grieve, you aren't supposed to be sad. Well I'll say, that BS!!! My entire families hearts broke and sent a little piece to heaven that day. My baby is up with Grandpa now but today, today I feel at piece my heart will always hold a special place for the baby we never met but my lord, and my baby would want me to move on, remember, but move on. 💛👼 rest in paradise angel! I'll see you one day.

Grandpa Carroll, hold our baby tight, sing them lullabies and give our baby kisses from mom, dad, and big sister and brother! 🙏💋