This was my 6th week of pregnancy. These six weeks I had been spotting (medium) basically the whole time, but was told not to worry because it was all brown blood coming out. Yesterday morning, the blood turned red and started to pick up. I called my dr asking to be seen yesterday and they were able to get me in. I was given the saddest news I never thought I would ever be told. My husband and I lost our baby. I know some of you may say, it was still really early, but we found out at the beginning of 3 weeks. I had almost known for a month that I was pregnant...... because we didn’t want to keep saying he/she or it, this sweet little one we called squishy and I talked to squishy everyday telling him/her to stay strong and that I loved them. I believe squishy is in heaven and growing while there. I believe one day I will get to see him (I really think squishy was a boy) again one day an get to hold him in my arms. I thank God for the shoe bit of time I had with squishy and I know He will bless my husband again someday with a strong and healthy baby. I’m doing my best not to be angry and remove myself that God had a purpose for everything and He will bring beauty from my pain. I just wanted to share and remind those who may be experiencing the same feeling of loss that you are not alone and you are always and forever loved.