Yesterday I miscarried in the ER. I have to confirm with hcg tomorrow, but I know I’ve lost my baby. We named our little one Elliot. It helps to be able to talk about it. To have a name to call my angel. I’m still processing everything, and feel so lost. I wasn’t sure I wanted a second child, but decided we’d try bc my husband really did. At first I was scared, but then I was so excited for my son to be a big brother, and my kids to be so close. Now I’m not sure how I’m suppose to ever handle being pregnant again. I miss Elli with every part of me. I need to say goodbye, but I’m not quite sure how.