When you have a miscarriage there are so many unpleasant things people say.

“At least it happened now and not later on.”

“There’s always next time”

“Becky had two miscarriages but now she has three kids!”

“This one just didn’t work out. Next time it will.”

And COUNTLESS other things.

These words cut deep. Especially coming from people who’ve never experienced a loss....

My miscarriage wasn’t just the death of a fetus. It was the death of a baby. My baby. The perfect combination of my husband and i.

A future child. It was the death of a dream......

The dream of picking the perfect name. Having all my family there to celebrate at a baby shower. The dream of picking their first Halloween costume. The dream of waking up Christmas morning as a family. The dream of teaching them to walk, talk, ride a bike. The dream of sitting at the dining room table as a family to eat dinner. Baking cookies for their class. Going to soccer games.

This miscarriage isn’t simply just the loss of a pregnancy. It’s so much more. It cuts so much deeper. My baby didn’t make it. And the dream of this baby died along with it......