In May of last year, we found out we had a little bean growing. I was beyond excited, and my fiancé was thrilled. We nervously told my parents and started to plan accordingly.

The moment I felt my little bean move in my belly, it felt like butterflies gathering for meeting. I fell in love it and would wait around just to feel him move.

I bought a Doppler for home and had the nurse teach me how to listen to his heartbeat so I could track it, or even show his father.

Went to our check up in September, everything was perfect. Grabbed a shot of his tiny little leg.

A week later I’m being rushed into a hospital and told that my bean is coming today.

At 21 weeks I had to give birth to my most prized possession.

At 21 weeks I had to say goodbye to my most prized possession.

At 21 weeks he was 10 inches long, weighing 15 ounces.

At 21 weeks the doctor says there isn’t anything we can try, or do.

How at 21 weeks am I saying hello, but goodbye...the definition of heartbreak.

2 weeks later was our wedding. The emotions came in several waves.

This month I would have been saying hello for the first time to my bean, and it’s not easy waking up to see no baby bump.

We’re definitely trying again, but it’s still hard to process at times.

Using this app has taught me a lot, reading your stories has helped me cope in some ways.

I appreciate all you strong women that come here to share, to teach, or even just support. I think this is a great platform for it. ❤️