So last year on April 19th I lost my child. It's crazy how painful it is no one told me what labor pains felt like I suffered for 5 hours and I sobbed and begged God to make the pain stop. I got what I asked for. I'm prolly crazy but when I felt the water balloon break in my stomach then this energy left me and every thin inside me just dropped my heart my souls I felt my son leave my body. I wish there might have been a way to save Barry. But I don't know.. I had just came into my 2nd trimester. I had been told since I was 12 years old that I wouldn't be able to conceive due too PCOS. So just being pregnant overjoyed me. The guy I was with at the time would hit me in the stomach so I avoided going near him. He wanted to go to doc appts with me tho so I took him. 4 days before my miscarriage I had a doc appt and he hits me really hard this time and made it seem like a big accident. I had just come out of the office I really didn't want to seem like I need 24 he doctor care. I was already put on high risk due to my PCOS. 4 days later I miscarry and then my ex leaves me 10 days after that. I find out months later he hit me on Purpose! this guy got away with murder. We were drunk at a friend's house and he was bragging about it. Like I don't know why my baby had to die if he didn't want to be with me he could have left. But said he didn't want to look bad in front of his friends.... I'm glad and I feel blessed the my child will never suffer growing up around that idiot. I feel blessed to know that my kid is safe and doesn't have to worry about small things. My son's name is Barachial Hart. And I come to find out a year later that his name means the angel of blessings and what gave me even more of a chill is his emblem is a white rose held against the angels chest. I took this picture the day after my miscarriage.