*Trigger warning* sad story.

March 24, 2017 I found out I was pregnant. I was so excited and so was my now fiancé. We were so excited to be parents and start our family. I called my OB and got an appointment for May 1, 2017. I would be 9 weeks and 6 days that day. But we didn't get to make it to that appointment. On April 27, I was experiencing cramps and a little bit of bleeding. As it was my very first pregnancy, I freaked out and went to the ER. I was 9 weeks and 2 days. They did blood tests and a UA and an ultrasound. After the ultrasound, they told me I was only measuring at 8 weeks and the baby didn't have an heartbeat. Even though they never actually said it flat out, we knew we'd lost the baby. We broke down right then and there. They continued to tell me that there was still a chance, that I should take it easy and go to my doctors appointment that I'd scheduled on the first. With this, we decided to take time off work and go to our friends house about 3 hours away and stay for the weekend. Everything was going great, I was still experiencing normal pregnancy symptoms and the bleeding had stopped. Then on Saturday, April 29, 2017 I woke up in excruciating pain and was bleeding heavily. I knew I was most definitely losing the baby but decided to go to the local hospital to see if I could get anything for pain. They told me I was losing the baby and gave me pain medication. (Sidenote: the ER doctor had the audacity to assume that because of our age, we were responsible enough or had the ability to take care of a child and told us that "next time you should wait until you're a bit older and can better handle and actually plan to have a baby" this honestly just made us mad. Also we made between $50,000-$60,000 a year so we would have been able to care for our child)

Today I would be 31 weeks pregnant. So far we would and should of heard the baby's heartbeat, found out the sex, decided on a name, set up the nursery, made our birth plan, and had our hospital bag packed. Instead, we lost our child. We have watched many friends and family members announce their pregnancies, reveal their genders, share their names, and some have even had their child.

The only thing I've ever wanted is to be a mother. And I had my child taken from me about a month after I found out I was finally getting my dream. That is something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. We are now trying for our rainbow baby.

R.I.P. Skyler Lee. We love you more than anything and miss you with everything in us.