I think there is such a stigma attached to speaking about miscarriages. So many women, including myself feel so alone; and don’t know where to turn. Two years ago today, I lost my baby. A baby that I prayed so many nights for. A baby I was so excited to welcome into this world. A baby I was so excited to make a lifetime of memories with. One night I knew something wasn’t right, and the rest was a nightmare. Hearing the words “We couldn’t find a heartbeat.”, felt like someone had ripped my heart out of my chest. Everything faded away, I became lifeless, and just began to weep. There wasn’t any consoling me. I never knew a pain like that. Every hope, and dream I had, was snatched from me with that sentence. I went home feeling so empty, and like there wasn’t anyone who could possibly understand the agony I was going through. That’s where I was wrong. About 15-25% of recognized pregnancies end in miscarriage. And women should know they have someone, or somewhere to turn to in that time of grief. Let’s not feel shame. Every life, no matter how brief; forever changes our world💙💕

I think of you everyday sweet baby. And I thank you for blessing me with your brother Kylar🌈