I've been on the <a href="https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.glow.android">glow app</a> for some years now and due to my personal experience I was contemplating on whether or not I should share my story on here. Back in 2011 after trying to get pregnant for 8 years, I gave birth to a beautiful Daughter at 29 weeks along she weighed 2 lb. We were so shocked that we were now parents to a beautiful, healthy baby girl and it was so easy to name her because she was indefinitely a miracle. We named her Dream. Daddy's & Mommy's Dream girl! She was so strong that we didn't even stay in the hospital for long. We went home early and from there she continuously grew quickly and became smarter and cuter. My husband and I waited another six years to try for another baby and we did we got pregnant in late 2017. We kept that pregnancy a secret up until our 20-week appointment ultrasound. When we got to the ultrasound room the doctor Couldn't believe that the baby was measuring 5 weeks behind so therefore we couldn't find out the sex of our baby. I knew in my heart there was no way I could have possibly given them the wrong last menstrual date. We patiently waited for another five weeks to go find out the health and sex of the baby again and this time it showed that the baby was only measuring at 18 weeks. from there we were told that the walls of My Placenta was very thick therefore the baby wasn't getting enough nutrients to grow at a normal rate. We were also told that the baby had congestive heart failure and at that point had only three more weeks in my womb to live. I was speechless and still today I'll never forget the look on my Husband's face when I say the devastation, pain and disappointment that was written all over his face just broke my heart. Our doctor mentioned that we could terminate the pregnancy instantly and we both disagreed at numerous ultrasounds. We decided to go on with the pregnancy and let nature take its course. We had weekly ultrasounds that were very heart breaking and depressing each time. We counted a total of 13 ultrasounds before our baby decided to stop fighting. The 12th ultrasound got very frustrating when the doctor brought in a French speaking translator to explain to us what pregnancy termination meant and why it was important For us to do it. My husband clipped the doctors Wings right away and told him that my 33 year old wife have been here in the U.S since she was 7 years old and her English is perfectly clear, We do not need a translator to tell us what to do with our baby and not to mention my husband is American and I'm Haitian without a lick of a Haitian accent. The translator was asked to leave the room. On July 27th of 2018 we went for ultrasound number 13 at 10 a.m. 15 minutes into it the ultrasound tech told us that there was no longer a heartbeat at 36 weeks along. I broke down but still didn't think it was real I was in denial. I didn't get admitted into a delivery room until 10 p.m. that night. I was given medication to get induced that Friday night And the process was a little slow. I was given an epidural and was encouraged to go ahead and have a vaginal birth since the baby was very small. Well on Sunday night the epidural was still in the works and I couldn't feel my legs, I woke up in the middle of the night on July 29th 12:30a.m and became very restless so I just placed my arms in between my legs not thinking anything of it. Although I couldn't feel my legs I instantly felt something else that was there and I freaked out and put my call light on and the Nurses and Doctors came running to the room. They pull the covers off, all I heard from the nurse was oh honey you have already given birth to your baby and the placenta without even knowing while you were sleeping. My husband woke up during that time and the nurse brings the baby up yells it's Boy and where you want your baby on you or on the table? Most Mothers don't want their deceased baby on them she said. Even with those heart shattering words, I was still was in denial that my baby was deceased so I quickly told her put him on me. When she placed him on me I realize that most of his skin was peeled off and he was dark purple and he wasn't crying at all. That was confirmation for me that they were right. I placed my gown over my face and cried because we were finally facing the truth. We also had to prepare ourselves for what we were going to tell our six-year-old Daughter who was looking forward to being a big sister for the first time of her life. We named our Son after my Husband Quentin Jr. He weight 1lb 13oz at 36 weeks along and was technically a 26 week old baby. We have absolutely no regrets to deciding to carry him until he couldn't fight anymore because we strongly believe as his Father and Mother we gave him the best life we could give him and he will forever be the Son & Brother we always wanted but will never have. We recently celebrated his first Birthday by releasing Dove shaped balloon lanterns. Due to our Baby being so small we were told that after his cremation there will be nothing left of him for us to take home so the Hospital offered a casting of him so we chose to do a full body cast since he was so small to have something to remember him by. We have never shared this picture on any type of social media before, so this is the first time we're sharing this just so you all can have an idea of how Handsome our Baby Boy was.👼🏾