To the baby in line this morning.

...thank you.

This morning I miscarried. I said goodbye to my husband and I’s first baby. It was early, 5 1/2 weeks. But still so incredibly special to both of us. My husband and I spent majority of last night crying, already anticipating what would happen due to already occurring issues.

I woke him up early this morning to tell him it was gone.

We cried.

After lying around for a while my husband suggested I eat. Whatever I want. So we drove to brueggers by us.

I got in line, took my sunglasses away from my swollen pink post-crying eyes and looked up to see the most beautiful little baby face. Her big eyes staring right at me. Dad was holding her. I looked away, tried not to cry. My husband holding my hand and looking at me, knowing I was upset.

But every time I looked back, she was still looking right at me.

I finally looked back at her and smiled.

She smiled.

Because of her I feel like I’m meant to try this again. To not be scared.

So thank you little peanut. You gave me hope.