My MC Story

I lost my sweet boy on December 27th, 2021 when I was supposed to be 15 weeks and 2 days along, and it was completely unexpected. I hadn’t been able to get an appointment to see any OB or get an ultrasound at the clinic I was listed at until December 28th, so I never got to hear his heartbeat or see him moving around screen. I traumatically met my boy for the first and last time that horrible Monday morning, and it’s something I will never forget. My heart is still shattered, but with the support of my family and with my desperate clinging to the hope I have in God to see me through this, I’ve been able to collect most of those pieces. I have a 2.5 yo that my hearts aches for, that he would be (and is!) an amazing big brother. I desire more than anything to be able to bring that love and joy to him that he’s missed out on.

Prayers and hugs to all of you who are healing from loss, and may you be blessed with your rainbow after this terrible storm. 🌈❤️