In May we lost a baby and I didn’t realize it until September, but it broke my fiancé so much. He was being strong for me. He didn’t want to even go forward with having this baby because he was so scared it would end badly. Fast forward to a few days ago, I was super short of breath (have Covid for the second time) and both of us were getting worried. I called my doctor and she wanted me to get my oxygen checked at the office and get the antibody infusion. My oxygen was borderline where they wanted it so they held off on admitting me but I went in at 3:30 for the infusion.

My fiancé was texting my mom the whole time and telling her how he was worried, not only for me but for the baby too. He didn’t express his worry to me but it was obvious when I got home.

I got home around 6:15 ish and my fiancé asked how I was feeling, told him my blood pressure felt low but other than that fine. He asked if I was cramping or bleeding and if baby was still moving around, told him no bleeding or cramping and baby was being a total wiggle worm. Both him and my son walk over and lifted my shirt up. My fiancé goes “alright Bubby on the count of three” and at 3 they said “go little rockstar” to my belly and oh my lord it was the cutest thing. They now say it every morning once baby starts wiggling around in there. ❤️ just goes to show me that our loss in May hit way harder than I thought it did, and how much of a blessing this baby is for both of us. I’m obsessed with how sweet and caring the two main men in my life are. I couldn’t be any more lucky.