Unfortunately this morning I passed our baby at home at 8 weeks pregnant. I am amazed (and equally devastated) at how beautiful he/she was... a perfectly developed little fetus in the sac. An image I will never forget. I had an ultrasound yesterday and heard a strong heartbeat (170bmp) and baby measured perfectly, so much so that my tech described it as “a perfect 8 week fetus”, but for whatever reason, I couldn’t hang on. I’m gutted.

This is my fourth miscarriage and somehow it doesn’t get easier each time. I am heart broken. We buried our little one in the yard under my favorite tree. Best wishes to all of you. Hug your October babies for me. 💔