As a 23 year old and mother of two never in my life did i ever think how it would feel to lose my own child. I always hear so many stories about mother’s experiencing miscarriages and even though i never felt their pain i always just thought that that’s not something i would ever experience myself. I love my kids and i love being a mother and I’ve loved the experience of creating a life and a life growing inside of me thought that was always so beautiful...so when i was ready but scared for a 3rd baby i was happy and excited to see it growing and moving in my belly and hearing it’s heartbeat so at 10 weeks when i first saw my little tiny bean just doing flips and having a strong healthy heartbeat it never crossed my mind that something would go wrong. Till i was 15 weeks and going in for my other ultrasound and couldn’t wait to find out the gender and to see it nice and big and hear it’s heartbeat. But what i saw was just my little tiny bean again but this time not moving and not hearing a heartbeat first thing i did was jsut cry didn’t ask why or how all i could do was jsut cry and that’s all i could for the rest of the day walked out the hospital alone trying to keep myself together because i have my 4 year old at home and i didn’t want him to see my crying...but all i wanted to do was jsut crawl in bed and cry until my eyes just hurt so much they got so puffy i had to force my self to sleep...it’s the 3rd day now my appointment to get the surgical procedure done isn’t till Tuesday which sucks because idk how to go about my days till then knowing i have my none living baby inside of me because my body hasn’t accepted the fact My pregnancy has ended...