Noah, my love. I am heartbroken. A few more weeks, and you were supposed to be home with me. Just a few more weeks. On April 10, 2018 at 1:15 pm I went into the doctor for a normal check up. They did 2 sonograms. They told me “We can’t find a heartbeat. I couldn’t do anything except cry and scream. And then they told me I was going to have to deliver you. I can’t explain the sadness I feel right now. I was going to be the best mother anyone could ask for, for you. I’m young, but I wanted you. I was ready for you. You were born at 29 weeks. 1 lb 11 oz. When you came out, I still had hope you would come out crying. But there was nothing except the sound of mine and daddy’s tears. Everyone keeps telling me it’s ok. That God needed another angel. But it’s easy to say that when he didnt ask you for yours. I wish I had more time with you than just a couple minutes. But mommy told you, everything I do is for you now. You are forever my baby. You existed. I held you. And I will never forget you.