He fought like no body else. At 19.2 weeks my baby was a fighter, yet he was born and passed away on my arms. My cerclage was placed at 13 weeks, yet it tore up at 19 weeks. I went to the ER because I was feeling sharp pains, I didn’t know they were contractions, doctors tried to stop the contractions and hoping to transfer me to another hospital to do a second emergency cerclage. My precious boy was born and my heart broke one more time. My fourth pregnancy and my fourth lost. I wish you all the best ladies and pray the one day I get chance to be a mommy.