This week my baby Jesse was supposed to be here. We lost him/her July 23rd 2015. I knew this was going to be rough. I didn't know I'd relive all the feelings again.

I still remember that stupid phone call. Your miscarring. I still remember denying it. Then seeing Jesse for the first and only time. I was to heart broken to ask for the pictures and now I wish I did. Even worse I remember about a week later, the exact date is lost, "delivering" my baby.

How do you make it through? How do you keep going? How do you feel happiness again? All I do is cry.