So after the crazy week we had we got married. I went in on March 23 to the er cause I lost my baby at home at 12 weeks.

Worst day of my life. We found out it was a boy and named him Micheal. So here I was not eating not really wanting to do anything. But I had to be strong for my fiancé. So I got myself together and kept planning our wedding for that Saturday.

Well Saturday day came and with everything that happened, we said I do. To be honest my wedding was the only thing to keep me pushing forward.

But I have say to take a week off I did an awesome job at planning my week in just 3 weeks. I still haven’t found a way to process everything and I’m so scared when I do I am going to have a really bad breakdown. But after all is said and done I married my best friend.

I thank god every day for allowing me to keep moving forward and keeping a smile on my face when all I wanna do I cry an cry and not get out of bed.