We learned on March 23rd we were expecting our 2nd child. We have been trying for nearly 8 years and suffered 3 miscarriages before. I was diagnosed with PCOS at 19. We were cautiously optimistic. I was put on progesterone to try and prevent another miscarriage. We made it to 12 weeks without a problem. Finally we could breathe and really be EXCITED. Weeks go by and appointments go well.. I'm in awe that we're really going to have our rainbow after all we've been through.

I go into preterm labor a few days after my 16 week checkup. They put me on magnesium to stop the contractions. I was in labor for nearly 20 hours total. The contractions stopped for nearly 24 hours and as I was getting ready to be discharged with orders of strict bed rest the contractions started again. Our son was born 2 hours later.. perfectly formed and alive. 17 weeks. They couldn't tell us why. Just "it happens sometimes". It was the worst day of my life. My body betrayed my child. A child that was so wanted and prayed for. We buried him next to my husband's father. I've had miscarriages and they were devastating but this? I don't ever get to be okay again. Instead of waiting until the day we get to bring him home we're waiting for his headstone. James Royce June 19, 2019. Our beautiful boy.