So this pass week we loss our little one who stop growing at 3 weeks and j was 8 weeks it's terrible and the daily physical remember as I am still passing everything got me really depress I couldn't look at my toddler without crying over thinking what happen and if I was ever going to give her a sibling to play with and my husband saw me curled up in the corner of our room crying my eyes out I hadn't been eating in days I didn't get out of bed today my husband left the bedroom early morning around 5am it was weird to me but I went back to bed I later woke up to him crawling into bed holding me kissing my neck held my hand and told me baby I know how hard this has been for both of us but it's not your fault I love you and your the most beautiful women I know and I hate seeing you like this he held me tight I kissed him told him I loved him too and he said hold up I'll be right back so he went downstairs came back up and said close your eyes I did he handed me a bundled up baby blanket in blue with a tiny puppy I cried so hard it's so sweet and he's just like a baby I know it's not the same but it's a beautiful thought we named him Olaf