Me and my husband was expecting our third baby we was honestly hoping for a baby girl and we truly thought our baby was a girl we never found out we went in for our first ultrasound and doctors appointment I was supposed to be one day shy of 10 weeks only to find out our baby had no heartbeat and had stopped growing at 8 weeks I had what is called a missed miscarriage I was spotting some but I thought it was normal I had two options ether pass the baby at home or do surgery I chose a d&c it was the safer option for me plus I don’t think I could handle passing baby at home so I had my surgery October 15th my husband myself and our boys are so sad from our loss but know our baby is in heaven we also can’t wait to try for our rainbow baby
- Bethany
This is the last photo I have of my baby. We had a drs appointment October around the 25 and found out our baby had stopped growing at 9 weeks and 2 days. We never knew what the gender was. But we had already picked out a nickname for them because they were due in may 2026. We were going to call them cricket and after we found out they passed, we decided that would be their name. I had to have a D&C October 27 2025. I miss my angel everyday but I know they’re in a safe place.
- Nicole
This is my baby girl Amelia.She was born August 4th 2026 and unfortunately, she died the next day on August 5th. She was absolutely beautiful. When I was 18 weeks pregnant , I started unexpectedly bleeding , and at 21 weeks I was put into OSU hospital for around-the-clock care, and I had stayed in the hospital for quite a while, trying to figure out everything with being in the hospital and things at home, because I also had a one year old at home and at 23 weeks and 1 day. I was experiencing some pain and it was about 7pm that I had called the nurse into my room, saying something was wrong, and she said, I just needed to have a bowel movement which was not true and I kept asking to be checked by a doctor and finally after about 45min a doctor came and checked me out and rushed me to the OR because they thought I was going to need a C-section but when I got there she was already coming out and I was so scared because my husband was rushing to the hospital from our house which was about an hour from the hospital, so I had given birth at 8pm to our daughter all by myself with no medication or anything and the reason she was coming early was because I had a placenta abruption and when Amelia was born she was born in her amniotic sack with my placenta attached and I was told she would have a 60% chance of living because she was considered big for how far along I was she weighed almost 2lbs. Immediately she was rushed to the Nicu with out me seeing her and no one would give me updates and finally my husband had gotten their and we were taken to a room and just told to wait and at 3 am they finally allowed us to come see her and she was so beautiful and doing so well and we stayed down there until they said the had to bring in this machine and do a brain scan so we went back up to my room and waited for the results and after about an hour and half they told us to come back down and we did and we were told that she had a brain bleed and was going into cardiac arrest and they were doing cpr and all the things, they said they coukd keep going but she was going to fie sooner or later and this seems wrong but I told them to stop because I can could just feel she was in pain it was one of those motherly instinct things and me and my husband held her as she went to be with Jesus and 4:45am and it absolutely broke us. The next day I was discharged and we went home and as soon as we got there our son ran up to us and said where sissy and it tore us apart so when we had her cremated we taught him to talk to sissy in her urn and we do every single day and there are some really bad days and other days we seem fine but whenever we get asked if we just have the one kid we always say no we have two, one is just waiting for us in Heaven.
- Katherina
I lost my son to SIDS on his older sister’s birthday. He was born on January 27, 2024, a beautiful, healthy baby boy with nothing seemingly wrong with him. Almost three years later, I still have no answers, no rhyme or reason as to why his life was taken so soon. He was my only boy, my son, and a piece of my heart that I will carry with me for the rest of my life.
As time passes, I’ve learned that grief doesn’t necessarily get easier. In many ways, the day-to-day has become even more difficult as I continue learning how to navigate life without him. The world keeps moving, birthdays come and go, and life continues to happen, but there will always be a part of me that wishes I could go back to the day I still had him here.
That day, I was working a double shift, planning to come home for a few hours to celebrate my daughter’s birthday. Instead, I came home to a nightmare no mother should ever have to experience. My baby had been found unresponsive, and the police and ambulance were already there. I remember feeling so helpless, desperately wishing I could do something to change what was happening. I followed the ambulance to the children’s hospital, and when I was rushed inside, I dropped to my knees and began to beg and plead with God, asking Him, “Please, God, don’t do this to me. Please don’t take my baby away from me. He’s my son. I need him. Please, God, let him stay.” In that moment, all I could do was cry out to the One I knew had the power to perform a miracle.
Inside that hospital, 18 doctors fought to bring my baby boy back. I watched, prayed, and begged for a different outcome, holding on to every bit of hope I could find. When they finally told me there was nothing more they could do, I begged them not to stop trying. How could I accept that my son, my only boy, was gone? How could I walk into that hospital hoping for a miracle and leave without my baby? My heart could not comprehend what was happening. Eventually, in the middle of the most heartbreaking moment of my life, I had to surrender what I could not control and let God take over. I had prayed for God to save my son, but now I had to lean on Him to carry me through the unimaginable pain of losing him.
Through faith, prayer, and the grace of God, I have slowly found strength in the midst of a pain I never imagined I would have to endure. I still have questions, and I still have days when the weight of his absence feels unbearable. I still wish I could understand why a healthy baby boy was taken from this world without warning. But I have found comfort in knowing that my son is in a place where one day, by God’s grace, I hope to be reunited with him.
Although I would give anything to hold my baby boy again, to hear his cries, to watch him grow, and to experience all the moments we were supposed to share, I know his story did not end the day his life ended. His memory lives on through me and his sisters. His life, no matter how brief, made an everlasting impact on our family, and the love we have for him will never fade.
God has shown me that death does not have to be the end of our story. Even in the deepest sorrow, He can bring forth new beginnings, renewed faith, and strength we never knew we possessed. I am still learning how to live in a world without my only son, still learning how to carry this grief while continuing to show up for myself and my daughters. Some days are harder than others, and some days I still find myself asking God why. But through it all, I hold on to my faith and trust that even when I cannot understand His plan, He is walking beside me.
I may not be able to see my son, but I feel him in the little things, in the quiet moments, in the love I carry, and in the life I continue to live. I feel his presence in the strength it takes to get up every day, in the love I pour into his sisters, and in the faith that reminds me this separation is not forever. He will forever be a part of me. His time here may have been short, but his impact on my life is eternal.
God doesn’t stop at death. He can create new beginnings even in the places where our hearts have been shattered. I never would have chosen this journey, and I would give anything to have my son back in my arms, but I am learning to live with both grief and faith, heartbreak and hope. I am learning that being strong does not mean I never break down; sometimes, strength is simply choosing to trust God through tears when nothing makes sense.
My son will always be loved, always be missed, and always be remembered. Until the day God calls me home and I get to hold my baby boy again, I will continue to live, love, and carry his light with me. His life was not forgotten, his love was not lost, and his memory will never fade.
My baby boy, your life will forever live on through your sisters and me. Mommy loves you beyond words, beyond time, and beyond this life. I may not understand why God called you home so soon, but I find peace in believing that you are safe in His arms. Until the day I see your beautiful face again and hold you close like I have dreamed of doing every day since you left, I will keep your memory alive in everything I do.
You will forever be my son, my only boy, my angel, and a piece of my heart that heaven is holding until we meet again. 🤍🕊️
As time passes, I’ve learned that grief doesn’t necessarily get easier. In many ways, the day-to-day has become even more difficult as I continue learning how to navigate life without him. The world keeps moving, birthdays come and go, and life continues to happen, but there will always be a part of me that wishes I could go back to the day I still had him here.
That day, I was working a double shift, planning to come home for a few hours to celebrate my daughter’s birthday. Instead, I came home to a nightmare no mother should ever have to experience. My baby had been found unresponsive, and the police and ambulance were already there. I remember feeling so helpless, desperately wishing I could do something to change what was happening. I followed the ambulance to the children’s hospital, and when I was rushed inside, I dropped to my knees and began to beg and plead with God, asking Him, “Please, God, don’t do this to me. Please don’t take my baby away from me. He’s my son. I need him. Please, God, let him stay.” In that moment, all I could do was cry out to the One I knew had the power to perform a miracle.
Inside that hospital, 18 doctors fought to bring my baby boy back. I watched, prayed, and begged for a different outcome, holding on to every bit of hope I could find. When they finally told me there was nothing more they could do, I begged them not to stop trying. How could I accept that my son, my only boy, was gone? How could I walk into that hospital hoping for a miracle and leave without my baby? My heart could not comprehend what was happening. Eventually, in the middle of the most heartbreaking moment of my life, I had to surrender what I could not control and let God take over. I had prayed for God to save my son, but now I had to lean on Him to carry me through the unimaginable pain of losing him.
Through faith, prayer, and the grace of God, I have slowly found strength in the midst of a pain I never imagined I would have to endure. I still have questions, and I still have days when the weight of his absence feels unbearable. I still wish I could understand why a healthy baby boy was taken from this world without warning. But I have found comfort in knowing that my son is in a place where one day, by God’s grace, I hope to be reunited with him.
Although I would give anything to hold my baby boy again, to hear his cries, to watch him grow, and to experience all the moments we were supposed to share, I know his story did not end the day his life ended. His memory lives on through me and his sisters. His life, no matter how brief, made an everlasting impact on our family, and the love we have for him will never fade.
God has shown me that death does not have to be the end of our story. Even in the deepest sorrow, He can bring forth new beginnings, renewed faith, and strength we never knew we possessed. I am still learning how to live in a world without my only son, still learning how to carry this grief while continuing to show up for myself and my daughters. Some days are harder than others, and some days I still find myself asking God why. But through it all, I hold on to my faith and trust that even when I cannot understand His plan, He is walking beside me.
I may not be able to see my son, but I feel him in the little things, in the quiet moments, in the love I carry, and in the life I continue to live. I feel his presence in the strength it takes to get up every day, in the love I pour into his sisters, and in the faith that reminds me this separation is not forever. He will forever be a part of me. His time here may have been short, but his impact on my life is eternal.
God doesn’t stop at death. He can create new beginnings even in the places where our hearts have been shattered. I never would have chosen this journey, and I would give anything to have my son back in my arms, but I am learning to live with both grief and faith, heartbreak and hope. I am learning that being strong does not mean I never break down; sometimes, strength is simply choosing to trust God through tears when nothing makes sense.
My son will always be loved, always be missed, and always be remembered. Until the day God calls me home and I get to hold my baby boy again, I will continue to live, love, and carry his light with me. His life was not forgotten, his love was not lost, and his memory will never fade.
My baby boy, your life will forever live on through your sisters and me. Mommy loves you beyond words, beyond time, and beyond this life. I may not understand why God called you home so soon, but I find peace in believing that you are safe in His arms. Until the day I see your beautiful face again and hold you close like I have dreamed of doing every day since you left, I will keep your memory alive in everything I do.
You will forever be my son, my only boy, my angel, and a piece of my heart that heaven is holding until we meet again. 🤍🕊️
- Kailei
July 31st, I hadn’t even missed my period yet but I just felt off so I took a test randomly while on break at work. I was in utter shock when 2 solid colored lines appeared within seconds. My entire world changed and me and my fiance immediately started preparing for our baby. We had names picked out and a baby shower planned and everything all set for a teddy bear themed nursery.
I got one ultrasound done at 5w6d and another one done at 12w. Everything was perfect at the first appointment. I got to hear baby’s heartbeat and got sent home with little ultrasound pictures that just looked like a little blob but it was my little blob and I was so excited.
The next appointment my partner took off work to come with me. Everything was supposed to be perfect. He was supposed to see our baby and hear their heartbeat for the first time.
And that’s is when we were told baby’s heart was no longer beating.
Two days later I woke up in the worst pain ever imaginable. I was heavily bleeding and constantly throwing up from the pain. I called my doctor and she advised that I went to the hospital immediately.
That was the worst experience of my life. Not a single person was taking me or my pain seriously. My water broke and I absolutely drenched while in the waiting room and was told to just wait while I was bent over in pain screaming. The pain came in waves and had a really strong pressure in my lower stomach that felt like I had to push. I pushed my baby out in the waiting room of the er. After I was finally seen, I passed blood clots and soaked through literal puppy pads the rest of the night and was discharged around midnight. I walked out of that hospital knowing my baby was gone and I was absolutely broken.
October 1st 2026 it’s been 3 weeks since then and it does t hurt any less. I miss my baby so much. I never even got to name them. 🤍
I got one ultrasound done at 5w6d and another one done at 12w. Everything was perfect at the first appointment. I got to hear baby’s heartbeat and got sent home with little ultrasound pictures that just looked like a little blob but it was my little blob and I was so excited.
The next appointment my partner took off work to come with me. Everything was supposed to be perfect. He was supposed to see our baby and hear their heartbeat for the first time.
And that’s is when we were told baby’s heart was no longer beating.
Two days later I woke up in the worst pain ever imaginable. I was heavily bleeding and constantly throwing up from the pain. I called my doctor and she advised that I went to the hospital immediately.
That was the worst experience of my life. Not a single person was taking me or my pain seriously. My water broke and I absolutely drenched while in the waiting room and was told to just wait while I was bent over in pain screaming. The pain came in waves and had a really strong pressure in my lower stomach that felt like I had to push. I pushed my baby out in the waiting room of the er. After I was finally seen, I passed blood clots and soaked through literal puppy pads the rest of the night and was discharged around midnight. I walked out of that hospital knowing my baby was gone and I was absolutely broken.
October 1st 2026 it’s been 3 weeks since then and it does t hurt any less. I miss my baby so much. I never even got to name them. 🤍
- Alyssa
I’ve decided I want to share my story as much as I can to one, honor my baby, and two, so others know that they are not alone.
September 25th I took a test after over a week of nonstop symptoms. I didn’t believe it, I thought there was no way bc I hadn’t in the past. I really thought there was something wrong with me so I just accepted that I wasn’t getting pregnant. But I took that test, three minutes was torture. I was nervous, scared, excited. I hadn’t gotten pregnant since my miscarriage early last year when I was with my ex. Those two pink lines were very positive. I was like 4 weeks and a few days. I was so excited, my fiancé was excited..I started to lose my baby the 27th, saw my hcg levels were a 17 on the 28th…confirmed my miscarriage on the 30th with another at home test and it was much fainter. I was heartbroken. I was hoping it was a false alarm. But I knew it wasn’t anyways. The 2nd I took another test, it was also fainter than the last. I was really upset. I waited till the 14th to test again…I knew it would be negative, and it was. It hurt so bad…bc it was another reminder I did lose Kai.
A little about how we got the name Kai. So I wanted to name my baby even tho I didn’t know their gender. So I told my fiance I wanted to name them. So I looked up gender neutral names and Kai really stuck with me so we decided on that name. A week or so later I was thinking about middle names bc I wanted Kai to have a part of me in their name. My middle name is Lyn-Rose. So I took the rose from my two, and gave that to Kai. It made me so happy to have a name for my baby. And now the name Kai Rose is so dear to me, I’m so attached.
Mamas I want you to know you are not alone in this! I want you to know, you are a mama even if it didn’t happen the way it was supposed to! You are amazing and so strong even if it’s easier said than thought!! It’s not your fault! You love that baby so much! Don’t let others belittle you!
(This sunset is one of the sunsets my baby painted for me..I keep it dear to me! And it’s so beautiful to look at the sunsets and think they are making it beautiful for their mama)
September 25th I took a test after over a week of nonstop symptoms. I didn’t believe it, I thought there was no way bc I hadn’t in the past. I really thought there was something wrong with me so I just accepted that I wasn’t getting pregnant. But I took that test, three minutes was torture. I was nervous, scared, excited. I hadn’t gotten pregnant since my miscarriage early last year when I was with my ex. Those two pink lines were very positive. I was like 4 weeks and a few days. I was so excited, my fiancé was excited..I started to lose my baby the 27th, saw my hcg levels were a 17 on the 28th…confirmed my miscarriage on the 30th with another at home test and it was much fainter. I was heartbroken. I was hoping it was a false alarm. But I knew it wasn’t anyways. The 2nd I took another test, it was also fainter than the last. I was really upset. I waited till the 14th to test again…I knew it would be negative, and it was. It hurt so bad…bc it was another reminder I did lose Kai.
A little about how we got the name Kai. So I wanted to name my baby even tho I didn’t know their gender. So I told my fiance I wanted to name them. So I looked up gender neutral names and Kai really stuck with me so we decided on that name. A week or so later I was thinking about middle names bc I wanted Kai to have a part of me in their name. My middle name is Lyn-Rose. So I took the rose from my two, and gave that to Kai. It made me so happy to have a name for my baby. And now the name Kai Rose is so dear to me, I’m so attached.
Mamas I want you to know you are not alone in this! I want you to know, you are a mama even if it didn’t happen the way it was supposed to! You are amazing and so strong even if it’s easier said than thought!! It’s not your fault! You love that baby so much! Don’t let others belittle you!
(This sunset is one of the sunsets my baby painted for me..I keep it dear to me! And it’s so beautiful to look at the sunsets and think they are making it beautiful for their mama)
- Harmoni
I lost both my children. My daughter was born 2 months early and only weighed 2pounds 4 ounces. She was born with Spina Bifida. She had multiple surgeries and was my baby girl. I named her Nicole. She passed away on my birthday in 2005. My precious baby boy was born December 9, 1999 and he was born stillborn. We never got a chance to give him a name. Everyone tells me that I should just get over these losses which will never happen. I had to have a hysterectomy and can’t have any more children. I miss both my babies. Every December and July are just horrible months for me. I don’t celebrate Christmas or my birthday anymore. The people I thought would be there for me actually turned out to be some of the cruelest.
- Cheryl
Saturn’s Story🪐🩷💐
I lost my daughter at 3 months and 28days from SIDs . I woke up after me and my daughter slept in a little longer she was in her crib and i had replied back to my husband asking if we were ok and has everyone woke up . I let him know i had just woke up our sons went to the bathroom and now im going to wake up my babygirl. I went picked her up kissed her forehead sang to her while waking her up and rubbing her face . I realized something was wrong Shes wasnt moving so i tried opening her eyes and they were so stiff but she wasnt yet and i started calling her name in shock i realized what had happened i put my baby down softly after telling her i love her and kissing her forehead . And as soon as i put her down softly i felt like my soul left with the biggest scream ive ever let out in my life as i felt like my soul left my body. I cried,i begged God to let her cry out, to let her be able to be saved although i knew it couldnt be done i always heard about God and jesus doing these miracles and begged for one knowing it couldnt be done. The babygirl i prayed for was gone i just seen her smiling and she was gone just like that all i did was sleep in because nobody was up yet. Her cries haunt me and her smile and her beauty makes me feel like its all a dream . My sweet girl was gone and i wanted and felt like i needed to be gone too . I still do at times . I miss her so much .
I lost my daughter at 3 months and 28days from SIDs . I woke up after me and my daughter slept in a little longer she was in her crib and i had replied back to my husband asking if we were ok and has everyone woke up . I let him know i had just woke up our sons went to the bathroom and now im going to wake up my babygirl. I went picked her up kissed her forehead sang to her while waking her up and rubbing her face . I realized something was wrong Shes wasnt moving so i tried opening her eyes and they were so stiff but she wasnt yet and i started calling her name in shock i realized what had happened i put my baby down softly after telling her i love her and kissing her forehead . And as soon as i put her down softly i felt like my soul left with the biggest scream ive ever let out in my life as i felt like my soul left my body. I cried,i begged God to let her cry out, to let her be able to be saved although i knew it couldnt be done i always heard about God and jesus doing these miracles and begged for one knowing it couldnt be done. The babygirl i prayed for was gone i just seen her smiling and she was gone just like that all i did was sleep in because nobody was up yet. Her cries haunt me and her smile and her beauty makes me feel like its all a dream . My sweet girl was gone and i wanted and felt like i needed to be gone too . I still do at times . I miss her so much .
- Shantravia
💔 My Ectopic Pregnancy Story: The Baby I Lost, the Pain I Survived, and My Rainbow Baby 🌈
On October 23, 2010, my baby would have turned 16 years old. Sweet sixteen. 💔 And every year, that date reminds me of the little life I carried for seven weeks, the baby I was so excited to meet, and the future I imagined as a first-time mom.
I was only seven weeks pregnant when my world turned upside down. I was experiencing excruciating pain and bleeding, but I didn’t understand what was happening to my baby. All I knew was that something was terribly wrong, and I was terrified.
I went to the hospital that handled labor and delivery, desperately hoping someone would help me figure out what was happening. I begged for an ultrasound because I was in so much pain and bleeding so heavily. I needed answers. I needed to know my baby was okay.
Instead, I was told that the ultrasound machine was at another hospital, but they could give me something for the pain. I told them I didn’t believe in taking pain medication. I wasn’t there because I wanted pain relief. I was there because I was scared for my baby. All I cared about was finding out what was happening inside my body and whether my little one was okay.
I went home and waited until the next day, still hurting, still bleeding, and still desperately hoping my baby would be okay. I went to another hospital and explained everything that had been happening.
That’s when my entire world shattered.
The doctors told me I was having an ectopic pregnancy in my left fallopian tube. My pregnancy could not survive there, and I was in serious danger. They explained that if I had waited any longer, I could have continued bleeding internally and died. They needed to rush me into surgery to remove my left fallopian tube and save my life.
And then came the words no mother ever wants to hear:
“I’m sorry. We couldn’t save your baby.”
My heart broke into a million pieces.
I was supposed to become a first-time mom. I had been so excited about my baby, imagining the life we could have shared, wondering who they would look like, and dreaming about holding them in my arms. In a moment, all those dreams were taken away from me.
I wasn’t just grieving a pregnancy. I was grieving my baby, the future I had imagined, and the first-time motherhood experience I had been so excited for.
And the heartbreak didn’t end there.
Just eight months after losing my baby, I lost my dad in that same year. 💔 I was trying to survive the loss of my child while facing the unimaginable pain of losing my father, too. It felt like life had taken so much from me in such a short amount of time. There were two enormous pieces of my heart missing, and I had to find a way to keep going even when I felt broken inside.
Two years later, life gave me a little piece of hope again. I welcomed my rainbow baby. 🌈 After everything I had endured, I was blessed with another chance at motherhood. That doesn’t erase the baby I lost, and it never will. My rainbow baby didn’t replace the little one I never got to hold. Both stories are part of my heart, and both will always matter.
Today, I still think about the baby who would have turned sweet sixteen on October 23, 2010. I wonder who they would have become, what their laugh would have sounded like, and what our lives might have looked like together. There will always be a place in my heart that belongs to that baby.
To the baby I carried for seven weeks: Mommy never forgot you. You were loved before I ever had the chance to hold you. You mattered then, and you matter now. Although I couldn’t bring you home, you will always be part of my story.
And to every mother who has experienced an ectopic pregnancy, pregnancy loss, or the loss of someone they love while trying to put their life back together: I see you. Your grief is real. Your baby matters. You are allowed to mourn the future you dreamed of, even years later.
My story is one of heartbreak, survival, grief, and hope. I survived something that could have taken my life, I endured losing my baby and my dad in the same year, and two years later, I became a mom to my rainbow baby.
I will always carry the scars of what happened, but I will also carry the love that never went away.
October 23 will always be more than a date on the calendar. It will always be the birthday of the baby I never got to hold, the sweet sixteen we never got to celebrate, and the little soul who will forever have a place in Mommy’s heart. 💔🕊️🌈
On October 23, 2010, my baby would have turned 16 years old. Sweet sixteen. 💔 And every year, that date reminds me of the little life I carried for seven weeks, the baby I was so excited to meet, and the future I imagined as a first-time mom.
I was only seven weeks pregnant when my world turned upside down. I was experiencing excruciating pain and bleeding, but I didn’t understand what was happening to my baby. All I knew was that something was terribly wrong, and I was terrified.
I went to the hospital that handled labor and delivery, desperately hoping someone would help me figure out what was happening. I begged for an ultrasound because I was in so much pain and bleeding so heavily. I needed answers. I needed to know my baby was okay.
Instead, I was told that the ultrasound machine was at another hospital, but they could give me something for the pain. I told them I didn’t believe in taking pain medication. I wasn’t there because I wanted pain relief. I was there because I was scared for my baby. All I cared about was finding out what was happening inside my body and whether my little one was okay.
I went home and waited until the next day, still hurting, still bleeding, and still desperately hoping my baby would be okay. I went to another hospital and explained everything that had been happening.
That’s when my entire world shattered.
The doctors told me I was having an ectopic pregnancy in my left fallopian tube. My pregnancy could not survive there, and I was in serious danger. They explained that if I had waited any longer, I could have continued bleeding internally and died. They needed to rush me into surgery to remove my left fallopian tube and save my life.
And then came the words no mother ever wants to hear:
“I’m sorry. We couldn’t save your baby.”
My heart broke into a million pieces.
I was supposed to become a first-time mom. I had been so excited about my baby, imagining the life we could have shared, wondering who they would look like, and dreaming about holding them in my arms. In a moment, all those dreams were taken away from me.
I wasn’t just grieving a pregnancy. I was grieving my baby, the future I had imagined, and the first-time motherhood experience I had been so excited for.
And the heartbreak didn’t end there.
Just eight months after losing my baby, I lost my dad in that same year. 💔 I was trying to survive the loss of my child while facing the unimaginable pain of losing my father, too. It felt like life had taken so much from me in such a short amount of time. There were two enormous pieces of my heart missing, and I had to find a way to keep going even when I felt broken inside.
Two years later, life gave me a little piece of hope again. I welcomed my rainbow baby. 🌈 After everything I had endured, I was blessed with another chance at motherhood. That doesn’t erase the baby I lost, and it never will. My rainbow baby didn’t replace the little one I never got to hold. Both stories are part of my heart, and both will always matter.
Today, I still think about the baby who would have turned sweet sixteen on October 23, 2010. I wonder who they would have become, what their laugh would have sounded like, and what our lives might have looked like together. There will always be a place in my heart that belongs to that baby.
To the baby I carried for seven weeks: Mommy never forgot you. You were loved before I ever had the chance to hold you. You mattered then, and you matter now. Although I couldn’t bring you home, you will always be part of my story.
And to every mother who has experienced an ectopic pregnancy, pregnancy loss, or the loss of someone they love while trying to put their life back together: I see you. Your grief is real. Your baby matters. You are allowed to mourn the future you dreamed of, even years later.
My story is one of heartbreak, survival, grief, and hope. I survived something that could have taken my life, I endured losing my baby and my dad in the same year, and two years later, I became a mom to my rainbow baby.
I will always carry the scars of what happened, but I will also carry the love that never went away.
October 23 will always be more than a date on the calendar. It will always be the birthday of the baby I never got to hold, the sweet sixteen we never got to celebrate, and the little soul who will forever have a place in Mommy’s heart. 💔🕊️🌈
- Rosie
The Morning Everything Changed
I believe it all started the night before.
My husband and I had intercourse, and afterward I had a little bit of bleeding. When I woke up the next morning, there was still some blood, but not enough that I was immediately worried. I remember thinking it wasn’t necessarily unusual after intercourse, so I went about my day.
But I remember telling my husband that if things got worse, I needed to be seen.
I also hadn’t felt Zarah kick or move the day before.
I went to work that morning.
I was talking to Katie about how I was feeling, and she told me that we would monitor things but that I should reach out to my doctor. So I called the after-hours line and got an appointment scheduled for 9:30 that morning.
At that point, I thought I was going to make it to my appointment.
Katie and I were talking. I remember the cramps coming and going. Then I sat down at the desk and said, “Katie, these cramps are getting really intense.”
Then they stopped.
So I thought, okay. Maybe I’m okay.
I remember thinking I only had about an hour until my appointment.
Then I had to use the bathroom.
I went into the bathroom, sat down, and used the toilet.
And then I felt something come out of me.
It felt like a giant clot.
Then I heard a splash.
Zarah Ann had been born.
Into the toilet.
I couldn’t even check.
I screamed for Katie.
She came running, and I told her, “Katie, I need you to check for me.”
She looked.
And she said, “Oh my God.”
She picked Zarah Ann up from the toilet and held her.
She tried to get me to hold my baby, but physically, I couldn’t.
I was in shock.
I couldn’t move.
Katie told me she needed to call 911.
I knew she did.
But I couldn’t make myself hold her.
Then I remembered that I had my watch on.
So we used my watch to call 911.
The Ambulance
While we were talking to the 911 operator, everything was happening at once.
I remember thinking, “Crap. DJ doesn’t know.”
Nick, DJ’s boss, had just turned on the radio and heard the 911 call.
He went to find DJ and asked if there was anybody else pregnant at Rescue Rangers.
DJ said, “Not to my knowledge.”
Nick told him he needed to call up there.
DJ called.
Nobody answered because it was just me and Katie in the bathroom.
He called again.
By then, Sariyah had just walked in the door.
She had no idea what was happening.
She told him, “Yeah. It’s bad. You need to get here.”
I don’t know exactly how long it took the paramedics to arrive.
While we were on the phone with the 911 operator, they told me to do skin-to-skin with Zarah Ann to keep her warm.
But I was still sitting on the toilet, and physically, I couldn’t do it.
I was in shock and couldn’t even move.
So Katie did it instead.
She took off her hoodie, which left her boobs completely out in the world because she hadn’t worn a shirt underneath it that day.
She didn’t care.
None of that mattered.
She was just trying to keep Zarah Ann warm while we waited for the paramedics.
warm while we waited for the paramedics.
Looking back, that moment says so much about Katie.
She was thrown into something absolutely terrifying, and she immediately did whatever she could to help my baby.
I remember Katie doing CPR on Zarah Ann.
I remember the paramedics asking me questions and making me repeat things.
I was in complete shock.
But there is one feeling I know I will never forget.
The tugging of the umbilical cord.
That is a feeling you do not forget.
Katie clipped the cord, and the emt cut it.
When the paramedics arrived, they took Zarah Ann from Katie.
I remember hearing her make two noises as they were working on her.
I don’t know what those noises meant, and I don’t want to pretend I do.
But I heard them.
I remember them.
And that sound has stayed with me.
Katie was on the phone with DJ, telling him which hospital we were going to.
At first, they wanted to take Zarah Ann one way and me somewhere else.
I remember them talking about taking her to downtown and taking me somewhere else.
I said, “I’m not leaving her.”
Eventually, everything changed and we ended up going to Norton Suburban .
I don’t know exactly what happened on the way there, but I believe that was because she didn’t make it.
I was loaded into a separate ambulance.
As they put me onto the stretcher, I could feel myself bleeding heavily. Blood and clots were coming out of me.
Katie wasn’t allowed to ride with me.
That upset me.
She had been there through the worst moment of my life, and suddenly I was being taken away without her.
DJ was meeting us at the hospital. He was freaking out. Nick had someone drive him because he didn’t need to be driving in the middle of everything happening.
All of this happened around 8:00 that morning.
My appointment had been scheduled for 9:30.
I was supposed to be going to a doctor’s appointment.
Instead, I was being rushed to the hospital after giving birth to my daughter.
At the Hospital
Before they took me back to labor and delivery, I remember seeing a woman in the hallway.
She was on a stretcher.
DJ was meeting us at the hospital. He was freaking out. Nick had someone drive him because he didn’t need to be driving in the middle of everything happening.
All of this happened around 8:00 that morning.
My appointment had been scheduled for 9:30.
I was supposed to be going to a doctor’s appointment.
Instead, I was being rushed to the hospital after giving birth to my daughter.
At the Hospital
Before they took me back to labor and delivery, I remember seeing a woman in the hallway.
She was on a stretcher.
She was holding her baby.
Her baby was alive.
I completely broke down.
I remember thinking:
Why can’t that be me?
Why can’t I be her?
Why can’t I be holding my baby?
Then they took me into the room.
There were so many people.
I remember looking around and thinking, “Why are there so many people?”
I wasn’t even thinking about how life-threatening or life-changing this was.
In my mind, it was almost like another day.
Like something had happened and we just needed to figure out what to do next.
But I was in full labor.
They had to make sure I was okay.
They started giving me medications and shots. They hooked me up to IVs.
DJ called my mom and told her what was happening.
She started making her way to the hospital.
Then they realized my placenta wasn’t coming out.
They told me they had to get it out.
They made me push.
I pushed twice.
Nothing happened.
The doctor told me she could see it, but if they couldn’t get it out, she would have to put me under anesthesia and take me back for a procedure.
ening.
She started making her way to the hospital.
Then they realized my placenta wasn’t coming out.
They told me they had to get it out.
They made me push.
I pushed twice.
Nothing happened.
The doctor told me she could see it, but if they couldn’t get it out, she would have to put me under anesthesia and take me back for a procedure.
I was terrified.
I didn’t want that.
DJ was holding my hand the entire time.
I remember telling him, “Babe, I can’t do this. I don’t want to.”
And he told me, “You have to. It’s going to be okay.”
The doctor put her hand inside me and pulled my placenta out.
Then she pushed down on my stomach.
That was one of the worst feelings I have ever experienced.
It hurt so fucking bad.
But DJ was holding my hand the entire time.
Meeting My Daughter
Then the doctor looked at me and asked:
“Do you want to see your daughter?”
I immediately said yes.
I bolted up.
Because in my mind, I still thought she was alive.
Nobody had told me that she had died.
They had told DJ.
But they hadn’t told me.
So when they placed Zarah Ann on my chest, I was internally losing my mind.
I was thinking:
I have a dead baby on my chest.
I don’t want this.
I can’t do this.
How am I supposed to do this?
Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I said that I needed somebody to take her.
They wouldn’t put her on a cooling cot, but they brought one into the room for me.
And then my mom came.
I asked her if she wanted to hold Zarah Ann.
She said, “Well, of course I do.”
And she held my daughter.
She stayed with us for hours, until it started raining and she needed to get home.
During those hours, we took pictures.
They took pictures of Zarah Ann.
They did her footprints.
They gave me a box with the things they had made and collected for her.
Memories.
Proof that she was here.
Proof that she was mine.
The Things Nobody Prepares You For
I don’t think anyone prepares you for what happens when your baby is born and doesn’t come home with you.
We hadn’t thought about what we were supposed to do next.
supposed to do next.
Why would we?
We were supposed to be preparing for a baby.
Instead, because Zarah Ann was over 20 weeks, we had to figure out what to do with her remains.
We had to choose a cremation place.
We found one that would do it for $300.
So that’s what we chose.
They offered an autopsy.
I said yes.
I wanted answers.
They tested my placenta and performed an autopsy on Zarah Ann.
Everything came back okay.
The physician said there was an infection, but I was told that something like that can show up in the second trimester, so they didn’t believe it explained everything.
The doctors ultimately thought I may have had an incompetent cervix.
But even now, there are things I don’t know.
There are things I may never know.
Seven Hours With My Daughter
I got to spend seven hours with Zarah Ann.
Seven hours.
Even though she had already passed away.
I held her.
I looked at her.
We took pictures.
We made footprints.
My mom held her.
We all tried to make memories because those were the only memories we were going to get.
DJ couldn’t bring himself to hold her.
And I understand that.
I have never seen that man cry the way I saw him cry that day.
It was different.
I still worry about him.
I know he doesn’t grieve the way everyone else does.
When my mom hugged him, I could tell that he needed that hug.
I wish she could have held him a little longer.
But I also knew she was worried about me.
Everyone was trying to hold everyone else together while all of us were falling apart.
Going Home
The hospital wanted to keep me for at least 48 hours.
I couldn’t do it.
I told them I didn’t want to stay that long.
I couldn’t stand being there.
Eventually, they let me go.
But leaving meant saying goodbye.
And saying goodbye was the hardest part.
Because I knew what goodbye actually meant.
It meant I wasn’t going to get to hold her again.
I wasn’t going to physically see her again.
I wasn’t going to touch her again.
I wasn’t going to get to watch her grow.
I wasn’t going to take her home.
I broke.
I crumbled.
And DJ was right there beside me.
Walking out of that hospital made everything real.
I was going home without my baby.
That morning, I had gone to work expecting to make it to a 9:30 appointment.
Instead, I gave birth to my daughter in a bathroom at work.
I held her for seven hours.
I watched my mom hold her.
I watched the man I love cry over our daughter.
We took pictures.
We made footprints.
We said goodbye.
And then I had to leave her behind.
I went home without my baby.
But I will never forget that she was here.
Her name is Zarah Ann.
She is my daughter.
And she is loved.
I believe it all started the night before.
My husband and I had intercourse, and afterward I had a little bit of bleeding. When I woke up the next morning, there was still some blood, but not enough that I was immediately worried. I remember thinking it wasn’t necessarily unusual after intercourse, so I went about my day.
But I remember telling my husband that if things got worse, I needed to be seen.
I also hadn’t felt Zarah kick or move the day before.
I went to work that morning.
I was talking to Katie about how I was feeling, and she told me that we would monitor things but that I should reach out to my doctor. So I called the after-hours line and got an appointment scheduled for 9:30 that morning.
At that point, I thought I was going to make it to my appointment.
Katie and I were talking. I remember the cramps coming and going. Then I sat down at the desk and said, “Katie, these cramps are getting really intense.”
Then they stopped.
So I thought, okay. Maybe I’m okay.
I remember thinking I only had about an hour until my appointment.
Then I had to use the bathroom.
I went into the bathroom, sat down, and used the toilet.
And then I felt something come out of me.
It felt like a giant clot.
Then I heard a splash.
Zarah Ann had been born.
Into the toilet.
I couldn’t even check.
I screamed for Katie.
She came running, and I told her, “Katie, I need you to check for me.”
She looked.
And she said, “Oh my God.”
She picked Zarah Ann up from the toilet and held her.
She tried to get me to hold my baby, but physically, I couldn’t.
I was in shock.
I couldn’t move.
Katie told me she needed to call 911.
I knew she did.
But I couldn’t make myself hold her.
Then I remembered that I had my watch on.
So we used my watch to call 911.
The Ambulance
While we were talking to the 911 operator, everything was happening at once.
I remember thinking, “Crap. DJ doesn’t know.”
Nick, DJ’s boss, had just turned on the radio and heard the 911 call.
He went to find DJ and asked if there was anybody else pregnant at Rescue Rangers.
DJ said, “Not to my knowledge.”
Nick told him he needed to call up there.
DJ called.
Nobody answered because it was just me and Katie in the bathroom.
He called again.
By then, Sariyah had just walked in the door.
She had no idea what was happening.
She told him, “Yeah. It’s bad. You need to get here.”
I don’t know exactly how long it took the paramedics to arrive.
While we were on the phone with the 911 operator, they told me to do skin-to-skin with Zarah Ann to keep her warm.
But I was still sitting on the toilet, and physically, I couldn’t do it.
I was in shock and couldn’t even move.
So Katie did it instead.
She took off her hoodie, which left her boobs completely out in the world because she hadn’t worn a shirt underneath it that day.
She didn’t care.
None of that mattered.
She was just trying to keep Zarah Ann warm while we waited for the paramedics.
warm while we waited for the paramedics.
Looking back, that moment says so much about Katie.
She was thrown into something absolutely terrifying, and she immediately did whatever she could to help my baby.
I remember Katie doing CPR on Zarah Ann.
I remember the paramedics asking me questions and making me repeat things.
I was in complete shock.
But there is one feeling I know I will never forget.
The tugging of the umbilical cord.
That is a feeling you do not forget.
Katie clipped the cord, and the emt cut it.
When the paramedics arrived, they took Zarah Ann from Katie.
I remember hearing her make two noises as they were working on her.
I don’t know what those noises meant, and I don’t want to pretend I do.
But I heard them.
I remember them.
And that sound has stayed with me.
Katie was on the phone with DJ, telling him which hospital we were going to.
At first, they wanted to take Zarah Ann one way and me somewhere else.
I remember them talking about taking her to downtown and taking me somewhere else.
I said, “I’m not leaving her.”
Eventually, everything changed and we ended up going to Norton Suburban .
I don’t know exactly what happened on the way there, but I believe that was because she didn’t make it.
I was loaded into a separate ambulance.
As they put me onto the stretcher, I could feel myself bleeding heavily. Blood and clots were coming out of me.
Katie wasn’t allowed to ride with me.
That upset me.
She had been there through the worst moment of my life, and suddenly I was being taken away without her.
DJ was meeting us at the hospital. He was freaking out. Nick had someone drive him because he didn’t need to be driving in the middle of everything happening.
All of this happened around 8:00 that morning.
My appointment had been scheduled for 9:30.
I was supposed to be going to a doctor’s appointment.
Instead, I was being rushed to the hospital after giving birth to my daughter.
At the Hospital
Before they took me back to labor and delivery, I remember seeing a woman in the hallway.
She was on a stretcher.
DJ was meeting us at the hospital. He was freaking out. Nick had someone drive him because he didn’t need to be driving in the middle of everything happening.
All of this happened around 8:00 that morning.
My appointment had been scheduled for 9:30.
I was supposed to be going to a doctor’s appointment.
Instead, I was being rushed to the hospital after giving birth to my daughter.
At the Hospital
Before they took me back to labor and delivery, I remember seeing a woman in the hallway.
She was on a stretcher.
She was holding her baby.
Her baby was alive.
I completely broke down.
I remember thinking:
Why can’t that be me?
Why can’t I be her?
Why can’t I be holding my baby?
Then they took me into the room.
There were so many people.
I remember looking around and thinking, “Why are there so many people?”
I wasn’t even thinking about how life-threatening or life-changing this was.
In my mind, it was almost like another day.
Like something had happened and we just needed to figure out what to do next.
But I was in full labor.
They had to make sure I was okay.
They started giving me medications and shots. They hooked me up to IVs.
DJ called my mom and told her what was happening.
She started making her way to the hospital.
Then they realized my placenta wasn’t coming out.
They told me they had to get it out.
They made me push.
I pushed twice.
Nothing happened.
The doctor told me she could see it, but if they couldn’t get it out, she would have to put me under anesthesia and take me back for a procedure.
ening.
She started making her way to the hospital.
Then they realized my placenta wasn’t coming out.
They told me they had to get it out.
They made me push.
I pushed twice.
Nothing happened.
The doctor told me she could see it, but if they couldn’t get it out, she would have to put me under anesthesia and take me back for a procedure.
I was terrified.
I didn’t want that.
DJ was holding my hand the entire time.
I remember telling him, “Babe, I can’t do this. I don’t want to.”
And he told me, “You have to. It’s going to be okay.”
The doctor put her hand inside me and pulled my placenta out.
Then she pushed down on my stomach.
That was one of the worst feelings I have ever experienced.
It hurt so fucking bad.
But DJ was holding my hand the entire time.
Meeting My Daughter
Then the doctor looked at me and asked:
“Do you want to see your daughter?”
I immediately said yes.
I bolted up.
Because in my mind, I still thought she was alive.
Nobody had told me that she had died.
They had told DJ.
But they hadn’t told me.
So when they placed Zarah Ann on my chest, I was internally losing my mind.
I was thinking:
I have a dead baby on my chest.
I don’t want this.
I can’t do this.
How am I supposed to do this?
Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I said that I needed somebody to take her.
They wouldn’t put her on a cooling cot, but they brought one into the room for me.
And then my mom came.
I asked her if she wanted to hold Zarah Ann.
She said, “Well, of course I do.”
And she held my daughter.
She stayed with us for hours, until it started raining and she needed to get home.
During those hours, we took pictures.
They took pictures of Zarah Ann.
They did her footprints.
They gave me a box with the things they had made and collected for her.
Memories.
Proof that she was here.
Proof that she was mine.
The Things Nobody Prepares You For
I don’t think anyone prepares you for what happens when your baby is born and doesn’t come home with you.
We hadn’t thought about what we were supposed to do next.
supposed to do next.
Why would we?
We were supposed to be preparing for a baby.
Instead, because Zarah Ann was over 20 weeks, we had to figure out what to do with her remains.
We had to choose a cremation place.
We found one that would do it for $300.
So that’s what we chose.
They offered an autopsy.
I said yes.
I wanted answers.
They tested my placenta and performed an autopsy on Zarah Ann.
Everything came back okay.
The physician said there was an infection, but I was told that something like that can show up in the second trimester, so they didn’t believe it explained everything.
The doctors ultimately thought I may have had an incompetent cervix.
But even now, there are things I don’t know.
There are things I may never know.
Seven Hours With My Daughter
I got to spend seven hours with Zarah Ann.
Seven hours.
Even though she had already passed away.
I held her.
I looked at her.
We took pictures.
We made footprints.
My mom held her.
We all tried to make memories because those were the only memories we were going to get.
DJ couldn’t bring himself to hold her.
And I understand that.
I have never seen that man cry the way I saw him cry that day.
It was different.
I still worry about him.
I know he doesn’t grieve the way everyone else does.
When my mom hugged him, I could tell that he needed that hug.
I wish she could have held him a little longer.
But I also knew she was worried about me.
Everyone was trying to hold everyone else together while all of us were falling apart.
Going Home
The hospital wanted to keep me for at least 48 hours.
I couldn’t do it.
I told them I didn’t want to stay that long.
I couldn’t stand being there.
Eventually, they let me go.
But leaving meant saying goodbye.
And saying goodbye was the hardest part.
Because I knew what goodbye actually meant.
It meant I wasn’t going to get to hold her again.
I wasn’t going to physically see her again.
I wasn’t going to touch her again.
I wasn’t going to get to watch her grow.
I wasn’t going to take her home.
I broke.
I crumbled.
And DJ was right there beside me.
Walking out of that hospital made everything real.
I was going home without my baby.
That morning, I had gone to work expecting to make it to a 9:30 appointment.
Instead, I gave birth to my daughter in a bathroom at work.
I held her for seven hours.
I watched my mom hold her.
I watched the man I love cry over our daughter.
We took pictures.
We made footprints.
We said goodbye.
And then I had to leave her behind.
I went home without my baby.
But I will never forget that she was here.
Her name is Zarah Ann.
She is my daughter.
And she is loved.
- Nette
My husband and I struggled with infertility for 7 years. In April at a routine appointment for fertility meds we got a positive test. First ultrasound was to make sure baby was in there. Second ultrasound was to make sure baby had a heart beat. That is when we found out we were having twins. At an ER visit due to bad cramps we found out we had lost baby A at 6weeks. During pregnancy I did multiple tests to find out the gender which all came back inconclusive.we had scheduled an Anatomy scan for 18weeks and 3 days to figure out baby’s gender. At 17 weeks 3 days I went to the Er because ei had loss my mucus plug, labor and delivery wouldn’t take me because I wasn’t over 20 weeks. The Er had no idea what they were looking at everyone told me it wasn’t my mucus plug and that I could be my body finally passing baby A. They did an ultrasound she was moving perfectly and was even hiccuping. So I was sent home around 4am the next day, I fell asleep and woke up to some light cramping so I fell back asleep. A couple hours later I woke up having full blown contractions. We went to the ER and labor and delivery still wouldn’t take me because I had no signs of labor (I wasn’t bleeding and my water hadn’t broke). So ER did a exam and seen a fluid sac and had like 4 drs come in and check me all but one said they didn’t know what they were looking at. The final dr that came in said it could be a cyst on my cervix but she was leaning more towards baby was coming. I was transferred to Labor and Delivery, in there triage room baby still had an amazing heartbeat and was moving around well. During that exam we were told that she was coming and it was to late to do anything to keep baby inside as long as possible. We were also told that there was no way of helping baby after birth due to her airway being way to small. While we were waiting to get into a room to deliver I had to go to the bathroom so while I was peeing baby had come out of the canal a decent amount so I was rushed to a room. There I sat with baby stuck half in and half out for 3 hours.They checked for baby’s heartbeat while waiting to deliver and it was still as strong as ever. Finally I felt the urge to push and had my baby at 3:25 7/17/26. Baby was born in her sack with amazing movement (I didn’t get to see her move) dr then claimed her cord and movement stopped and she was gone just like that. The nurse asked me if she could determine sex of baby I said absolutely because I was so excited for the gender. We had a little girl sweet Oaklynn Martha Thode. We spent all day with our girl having visitors and taking pictures. The hospital gave us a remembrance box full of Amazing items to honor our sweet girl. We decided it was time to go home around 8:30pm because Oaklynn had started to dry up. I didn’t wanna see my sweet girl like that. The hospital paid for everything her cremation and all. We are currently actively trying for Oaklynn’s sibling. We will do as much as we can to honor our sweet girl.
- Terrah
Hi I’m Chastyn. I found out I was pregnant in the beginning of December and lost my baby 2 days before Christmas. A week after this picture I lost my sweet baby. I was only 8 weeks pregnant and I always think about the what ifs.. or what it was?! But I know my baby watches over me and will send me their sibling soon💗 praying for all of you!
- Chastyn
This is Oliver, delivered at 24 weeks. At around 16 weeks we had an ultrasound where they stated something didnt quite look right and was left at that… we transferred our care to another hospital where they diagnosed him with Epstein Anomaly where half his heart wasnt functioning properly that if he made it to term he would need a heart surgery and most likely more to follow so they then transferred our care to boston when that appointment arrived around 24 weeks he had already passed. We traveled back home to deliver him st our local hospital 3/17/23 would have been due 7/4/23. Just over 1 lbs, our tiny little angel.
- Liberty
Baby Clay Philpot was born sleeping 9/13/26. He was the final piece of the puzzle for our family. We were scheduled to take him early at 36w5d due to some pregnancy complications, however at 4am 9/13/26 at 36w1d I started having some cramps lasting 30sec long for over an hour and by 6am had an excruciating pain and rushed to the hospital where my blood pressure was 196/98 and they said I was in shock and wasn’t able to locate baby’s heart rate. Rushed back for an emergency C-section, and when I woke up was told “I’m sorry, he didn’t make it”.
- Veronica
July 14th 2026 I found out I was pregnant with my first baby. On July 15th i decided to take a nap because I wasn’t feeling good and my whole body hurt. During my nap, I had the worst nightmare of my life that I started bleeding really badly and lost our baby. July 18th is the worst day of my life, I went to the er because of spotting and pain. I got told I was having an ectopic pregnancy. Our baby had grown and implanted in my left fallopian tube. When I went and got my ultrasound my left fallopian tube hadn’t ruptured yet. But by the time I got wheeled back for surgery and they put me under, my tube had burst. I had started bleeding internally. I wouldn’t change having the surgery, but I didn’t have a choice because my blood work some of my levels were high and the doctor wasn’t comfortable doing anything else.
One of the only positives is that when I first got to the er on July 18 2026 I was able to hear our babies heart beat. I will cherish that heartbeat and hearing it for the rest of my life.
One of the hardest parts that I’ve had to wrap my head around is that I will never experience my first pregnancy again.
That is the only ultrasound which is so heartbreaking, It is the only ultrasound I have of our sweet Sidney Ann Kay Combs.
One of the only positives is that when I first got to the er on July 18 2026 I was able to hear our babies heart beat. I will cherish that heartbeat and hearing it for the rest of my life.
One of the hardest parts that I’ve had to wrap my head around is that I will never experience my first pregnancy again.
That is the only ultrasound which is so heartbreaking, It is the only ultrasound I have of our sweet Sidney Ann Kay Combs.
- Lexus vela
Hunter Norman. My baby was born sleeping in June 23, 2025. I carried him not knowing I was pregnant. I had an infection which I had no clue I had. It had turned in to spectic which was working on me. So my beautiful baby boy was my saving grace. He saved me.
- Brandi
On November 4th, 2019 (at 28 weeks 6 days pregnant) I was driving to work early in the morning when I swerved to miss a fawn crossing the road. When I got back into my lane I hit black ice and went off the road, I flipped my car front over back several times and jumped a small side road before finally landing in the middle of a small field. (We lived in a small town area at the time with lots of farms around.) I was very in and out on the way to the hospital in the ambulance but one thing I do remember very clearly was my doctor saying after putting a heart monitor Doppler on me was “his heart rate is at 118 and dropping we need to do an emergency c-section!” All I could think in that moment was “my baby boy is ok.”
I woke up after my c-section and my husband was by my bedside when I asked where our son was. I saw him shed a single tear as he told me “he didn’t make it.”
Jensen Ross Wilson was born at 7:50am at 2 lbs 13 oz 15 inch and lived for 7 minutes👼🏻🩵
We love and miss him so much every day and the three siblings he sent us (our rainbow girl 6yo🌈🩷, another boy 4yo☀️💙, and another baby girl 15 months old⭐️💜) are always being watched over by him.
I woke up after my c-section and my husband was by my bedside when I asked where our son was. I saw him shed a single tear as he told me “he didn’t make it.”
Jensen Ross Wilson was born at 7:50am at 2 lbs 13 oz 15 inch and lived for 7 minutes👼🏻🩵
We love and miss him so much every day and the three siblings he sent us (our rainbow girl 6yo🌈🩷, another boy 4yo☀️💙, and another baby girl 15 months old⭐️💜) are always being watched over by him.
- Kalila
Hi, I'm Morgan, my son, Monty, was stillborn on 9/5/25. He was 35 weeks old. I was in and out of the hospital from 5 months pregnant until I had him. They kept telling me was healthy, and going to be a big baby, that he just wanted to come out early. I was put on bed rest 2 months before I had him. The day before I had him he wasn't moving as much, but he was still moving so I just thought maybe he was running out of room. The next day he wasn't moving at all, we went to the hospital they did an emergency c-section and I woke up to find out he was stillborn. They did tests on me, him, and my placenta. Turns out I had Factor 2 blood disease and never knew.
- Morgan
Loralie’s Story
“Our angel in the sky, our butterfly flying by.” 🦋
We found out about our sweet angel baby on June 27, 2023. At the time, we already had two beautiful children, our son Everette and our daughter Rilynn, and we were preparing to welcome another little one into our family. Loralie would have been their little sister, and she would later become a big sister to our youngest daughter, Amelia.
Throughout my previous pregnancies, I had never experienced any complications. Everything had always gone smoothly, so I never imagined that my pregnancy with Loralie would end the way it did.
On September 28, 2023, one day earlier than scheduled, I went in for my routine anatomy scan at 19 weeks and 6 days. The appointment seemed to go well, and we were told that everything looked great. We had the ultrasound technician put our baby’s gender in an envelope because we wanted to tell our family that we were expecting before sharing the news with everyone else. Having babies so close together, I had been anxious about announcing another pregnancy because I didn’t want to hear the not-so-nice comments people sometimes make. Despite those fears, we were so excited about our sweet surprise.
A few days later, I received a call from my OB. They explained that they had noticed some unusual findings on my anatomy scan that could indicate our baby might have Trisomy 21, also known as Down syndrome. Nothing had been mentioned during the appointment itself, so the call caught me off guard. They offered to let me come in for bloodwork whenever I was ready. Since I already had a routine appointment scheduled for October 13, I decided to wait until then.
The possibility of our baby having Down syndrome never changed how I felt about her. She was our baby, and we loved her just as she was. Whatever challenges she might have faced, she would have been loved unconditionally.
On October 3, we finally told my in-laws about our pregnancy. We had our son and daughter color pictures that said, “I’m a big brother!” and “I’m a big sister!” I colored another picture that said, “Baby #3 on the way!” They were excited for us, and the following day, we announced our sweet surprise baby on social media.
In the meantime, I had been dying to find out our baby’s gender. Since we already had the envelope, we decided to buy a cake and have the gender placed inside. On October 6, we cut the cake and discovered that we were expecting another little girl. We were having a daughter. Our sweet Loralie.
I had no idea how much our lives were about to change.
The Day Everything Changed
On Friday, October 13, I went to my routine OB appointment alone. It was supposed to be an ordinary appointment for our third baby, nothing out of the usual. I had no reason to believe anything was wrong. Loralie was always moving and kicking, and I had felt reassured by every little movement.
Then everything changed.
The first nurse tried to find her heartbeat but couldn’t. Another nurse came in and tried, too, but she couldn’t find it either. They were both using the small handheld monitor. By the time they brought in the larger ultrasound machine, I was already crying. Deep down, I knew something was wrong.
The doctor came in and showed me my baby on the screen. They pointed to the place where her little heart should have been fluttering. But there was nothing.
They took me into the same room where I had been just a few weeks earlier, excitedly watching my beautiful girl on the screen. This time, I was there to hear the words no mother should ever have to hear: my baby had passed away.
They measured her to determine her gestational age. She was 20 weeks and 3 days.
Our sweet girl had passed away just four days after her anatomy scan.
I will never forget that moment. I went from being an excited mother preparing to welcome another daughter into the world to a mother trying to understand how her baby could be gone when, just days earlier, everything had seemed fine.
The doctors and nurses who cared for me that day were incredible. I will always be thankful for the compassion and support they showed me during one of the darkest moments of my life.
Throughout the appointment, I had been texting my husband, telling him what was happening and asking him to come. Once they confirmed that Loralie no longer had a heartbeat, I knew I couldn’t stay there any longer. I told the doctors I had to leave.
As soon as I walked out, I called my husband and told him our daughter was gone.
Then I called my sisters. One of them immediately began driving four and a half hours to be with me. I called my dad, and he started making the three-hour drive to us. I also called work and explained that I wouldn’t be coming in for the rest of the week. At that moment, I honestly had no idea when I would be able to return.
My husband and I went to the store to find an outfit for our daughter to wear home to Jesus. I knew even premature baby clothes would be far too big for her, so my sister suggested looking in the baby doll section. There, I found the most beautiful little red-and-white rose dress made for an American Girl doll. I knew immediately that it was the one.
It was a tiny dress for our tiny girl, and somehow, choosing it made everything feel a little more real.
Preparing to Meet Our Daughter
When I got home, I called the OB’s office to arrange when I would go to the hospital. I chose Saturday.
That Friday night, we went to my husband’s parents’ house and sat down with them. My mother-in-law had gone shopping and found some cute maternity pants for me. After she gave them to me, I finally told them what had happened.
I explained, “We got a call from the OB saying they wanted to do bloodwork because they thought the baby might have Down syndrome, but when we got there, I found out she no longer had a heartbeat.”
We all cried. And cried. And cried.
We explained that we were going to the hospital the next day to deliver Loralie and asked if they could watch our older children. Everything about that Friday moved in slow motion. It was as though the world kept moving around us while ours had completely stopped.
My sister eventually arrived at our house. I was already in bed, trying to sleep, when she came in and climbed in beside me. She sent my husband to the couch so she could stay close to me. We had been through hard things together, and I needed my sister there. My husband understood.
I cannot fully explain how much I needed her in that moment.
Saturday felt even slower. I was terrified. Part of me kept praying that somehow the doctors had made a mistake, that this couldn’t really be happening, that I would wake up and find out it had all been a horrible nightmare.
But it wasn’t a nightmare.
We went to the hospital, where they started my IV and began the medication to induce labor. Saturday night, the contractions became painful. They gave me morphine to try to ease the pain, but it didn’t help the way I had hoped.
By Sunday morning, October 15, the pain was getting worse. The contractions were stronger, and my thoughts felt unbearable. My sister handled so many of the arrangements for Loralie’s birth by listening to what I wanted and helping make it happen when I could barely think straight. I will forever be grateful that she took some of that weight off my shoulders.
Around 9:00 to 9:30 that morning, I was in so much pain that I was shaking. I had wanted to avoid an epidural because I wanted to be able to move around. I was trying to hold on to whatever control I could in a situation where I had so little.
Around 10:00 a.m., I felt a change in my body. I laid on my side and clenched my legs together because I knew what was about to happen.
My husband was coming out of the bathroom, and I rolled over to tell him to come to me. As I moved, my water broke. I screamed and began crying uncontrollably. My husband pulled back the blanket, saw what was happening, and called for the nurse.
I could feel Loralie slowly descending.
My husband pulled back the blanket and caught our daughter.
At 10:31 a.m. on October 15, 2023, our angel girl was born.
And then there was silence.
That silence is something I will never forget. I had just given birth to my daughter, but there were no newborn cries filling the room. There was no announcement of a healthy baby girl. There was no ordinary beginning to the life we had imagined for her.
There was only silence, heartbreak, and the reality that our daughter was here, but we wouldn’t get to take her home and raise her.
My husband cut her umbilical cord. The nurse wrapped Loralie in a blanket and handed her to me. She told me that whenever I was ready, I could lift the swaddle and look at my beautiful baby.
And she truly was beautiful.
She had the sweetest little button nose and the cutest tiny toes. She was perfect to me. She was ours. I wanted to take in every little detail, memorize her face, and hold on to every second I had with her.
We spent the next few hours with Loralie. A wonderful nonprofit organization called Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep sent professional photographers who lovingly took pictures of our daughter and our family. Those photographs are treasures we will always cherish. They gave us something tangible to hold on to when we had so little time with her.
Eventually, it was time to say goodbye.
The funeral home director came to take Loralie into his care, and I was discharged from the hospital. Leaving without my daughter was something I never could have prepared for. I had gone into that hospital pregnant, carrying my baby, and I was leaving with empty arms and a heart that would never be the same.
Saying Goodbye
On Monday, we went to make arrangements for Loralie’s funeral. I wanted to see her again, but the funeral home director gently explained that she would no longer look the way she had when we last held her. I was heartbroken at the thought of not getting to see her one more time.
My sister asked whether I could hold Loralie while she was swaddled, and they agreed.
I held my baby one last time.
I prayed over her, loving her, grieving her, and saying goodbye in the only way I knew how. I wanted to hold her forever, but I knew I couldn’t.
Afterward, we went to the cemetery to choose her resting place in Babyland.
On Tuesday, we held a small service for Loralie with our immediate family. My husband had reached out to the deacon at our church and shared some Scriptures with him, and he did an amazing job honoring our daughter and helping us through that moment.
I honestly don’t remember much about that day. What I remember most is staring at the hole in the ground and her tiny casket.
It is a memory that will always stay with me.
Our daughter had been so small, and the finality of that moment was something I couldn’t comprehend. We were burying a baby we had dreamed about, prayed for, and already loved so deeply.
We had prepared to bring home another child, but instead, we were learning how to live without her.
Learning to Live With Her Absence
The days have continued to pass, even when it feels like part of me is still standing in that hospital room.
I love being home with my babies. I love watching them grow, hearing their laughter, and being their mom. But there is also a part of my heart that will always ache for the daughter I didn’t get to raise here on earth.
Remembering Loralie is painfully beautiful.
There is so much sadness in knowing all the things we will never get to experience with her. I will never get to watch her take her first steps, hear her little voice, celebrate her birthdays, or watch her grow up alongside her siblings. I will never get to hold her hand as she walks into school or watch her become her own little person.
There are so many moments I wish we could have shared.
But even in the heartbreak, I am thankful that she was ours. I am thankful that I got to be her mom, even if it was for such a short time. Her life mattered. Her name matters. Her place in our family will never change.
We will always speak her name.
My children are still young, and they don’t know all the details of what happened to their little sister. As they grow older, we will share her story with them. We want them to know that they have a sister named Loralie, that she is part of our family, and that she will always be loved and remembered.
They already love going to visit “flowers,” as they call the cemetery. They may not fully understand why we go there or what it means just yet, but one day they will understand that it is a special place where we remember their sister.
We will continue to tell them about her. We will celebrate her birthday. We will share her pictures. We will speak her name in our home. We will make sure she is never forgotten.
Loralie will always be our daughter, Everette, Rilynn, and Amelia’s sister, and a precious part of our family.
Losing her changed me in ways I am still learning to understand. It brought a grief I never knew was possible, but through that grief, my relationship with Christ grew stronger. I learned that faith doesn’t mean we never experience heartbreak. It means we have Someone to turn to when our hearts are broken beyond what we know how to carry.
I don’t have answers for why our story unfolded the way it did. I still have questions, and I still have days when the hurt feels heavier than others. But I know that Loralie’s life was not meaningless, and I know that the love we have for her will never end.
She was here. She was loved. She is missed. And she will always be remembered.
Our sweet Loralie, you were loved long before we ever saw your face, and you will be loved for the rest of our lives. We wish we could have kept you here with us, watched you grow, and given you the life we dreamed of for you. Instead, we hold you in our hearts and trust that you are safe in the arms of Jesus.
You will always be our girl. You will always be our daughter. And you will always be a part of our family.
Until we meet again, sweet girl. We love you forever. ❤️
“Our angel in the sky, our butterfly flying by.” 🦋
We found out about our sweet angel baby on June 27, 2023. At the time, we already had two beautiful children, our son Everette and our daughter Rilynn, and we were preparing to welcome another little one into our family. Loralie would have been their little sister, and she would later become a big sister to our youngest daughter, Amelia.
Throughout my previous pregnancies, I had never experienced any complications. Everything had always gone smoothly, so I never imagined that my pregnancy with Loralie would end the way it did.
On September 28, 2023, one day earlier than scheduled, I went in for my routine anatomy scan at 19 weeks and 6 days. The appointment seemed to go well, and we were told that everything looked great. We had the ultrasound technician put our baby’s gender in an envelope because we wanted to tell our family that we were expecting before sharing the news with everyone else. Having babies so close together, I had been anxious about announcing another pregnancy because I didn’t want to hear the not-so-nice comments people sometimes make. Despite those fears, we were so excited about our sweet surprise.
A few days later, I received a call from my OB. They explained that they had noticed some unusual findings on my anatomy scan that could indicate our baby might have Trisomy 21, also known as Down syndrome. Nothing had been mentioned during the appointment itself, so the call caught me off guard. They offered to let me come in for bloodwork whenever I was ready. Since I already had a routine appointment scheduled for October 13, I decided to wait until then.
The possibility of our baby having Down syndrome never changed how I felt about her. She was our baby, and we loved her just as she was. Whatever challenges she might have faced, she would have been loved unconditionally.
On October 3, we finally told my in-laws about our pregnancy. We had our son and daughter color pictures that said, “I’m a big brother!” and “I’m a big sister!” I colored another picture that said, “Baby #3 on the way!” They were excited for us, and the following day, we announced our sweet surprise baby on social media.
In the meantime, I had been dying to find out our baby’s gender. Since we already had the envelope, we decided to buy a cake and have the gender placed inside. On October 6, we cut the cake and discovered that we were expecting another little girl. We were having a daughter. Our sweet Loralie.
I had no idea how much our lives were about to change.
The Day Everything Changed
On Friday, October 13, I went to my routine OB appointment alone. It was supposed to be an ordinary appointment for our third baby, nothing out of the usual. I had no reason to believe anything was wrong. Loralie was always moving and kicking, and I had felt reassured by every little movement.
Then everything changed.
The first nurse tried to find her heartbeat but couldn’t. Another nurse came in and tried, too, but she couldn’t find it either. They were both using the small handheld monitor. By the time they brought in the larger ultrasound machine, I was already crying. Deep down, I knew something was wrong.
The doctor came in and showed me my baby on the screen. They pointed to the place where her little heart should have been fluttering. But there was nothing.
They took me into the same room where I had been just a few weeks earlier, excitedly watching my beautiful girl on the screen. This time, I was there to hear the words no mother should ever have to hear: my baby had passed away.
They measured her to determine her gestational age. She was 20 weeks and 3 days.
Our sweet girl had passed away just four days after her anatomy scan.
I will never forget that moment. I went from being an excited mother preparing to welcome another daughter into the world to a mother trying to understand how her baby could be gone when, just days earlier, everything had seemed fine.
The doctors and nurses who cared for me that day were incredible. I will always be thankful for the compassion and support they showed me during one of the darkest moments of my life.
Throughout the appointment, I had been texting my husband, telling him what was happening and asking him to come. Once they confirmed that Loralie no longer had a heartbeat, I knew I couldn’t stay there any longer. I told the doctors I had to leave.
As soon as I walked out, I called my husband and told him our daughter was gone.
Then I called my sisters. One of them immediately began driving four and a half hours to be with me. I called my dad, and he started making the three-hour drive to us. I also called work and explained that I wouldn’t be coming in for the rest of the week. At that moment, I honestly had no idea when I would be able to return.
My husband and I went to the store to find an outfit for our daughter to wear home to Jesus. I knew even premature baby clothes would be far too big for her, so my sister suggested looking in the baby doll section. There, I found the most beautiful little red-and-white rose dress made for an American Girl doll. I knew immediately that it was the one.
It was a tiny dress for our tiny girl, and somehow, choosing it made everything feel a little more real.
Preparing to Meet Our Daughter
When I got home, I called the OB’s office to arrange when I would go to the hospital. I chose Saturday.
That Friday night, we went to my husband’s parents’ house and sat down with them. My mother-in-law had gone shopping and found some cute maternity pants for me. After she gave them to me, I finally told them what had happened.
I explained, “We got a call from the OB saying they wanted to do bloodwork because they thought the baby might have Down syndrome, but when we got there, I found out she no longer had a heartbeat.”
We all cried. And cried. And cried.
We explained that we were going to the hospital the next day to deliver Loralie and asked if they could watch our older children. Everything about that Friday moved in slow motion. It was as though the world kept moving around us while ours had completely stopped.
My sister eventually arrived at our house. I was already in bed, trying to sleep, when she came in and climbed in beside me. She sent my husband to the couch so she could stay close to me. We had been through hard things together, and I needed my sister there. My husband understood.
I cannot fully explain how much I needed her in that moment.
Saturday felt even slower. I was terrified. Part of me kept praying that somehow the doctors had made a mistake, that this couldn’t really be happening, that I would wake up and find out it had all been a horrible nightmare.
But it wasn’t a nightmare.
We went to the hospital, where they started my IV and began the medication to induce labor. Saturday night, the contractions became painful. They gave me morphine to try to ease the pain, but it didn’t help the way I had hoped.
By Sunday morning, October 15, the pain was getting worse. The contractions were stronger, and my thoughts felt unbearable. My sister handled so many of the arrangements for Loralie’s birth by listening to what I wanted and helping make it happen when I could barely think straight. I will forever be grateful that she took some of that weight off my shoulders.
Around 9:00 to 9:30 that morning, I was in so much pain that I was shaking. I had wanted to avoid an epidural because I wanted to be able to move around. I was trying to hold on to whatever control I could in a situation where I had so little.
Around 10:00 a.m., I felt a change in my body. I laid on my side and clenched my legs together because I knew what was about to happen.
My husband was coming out of the bathroom, and I rolled over to tell him to come to me. As I moved, my water broke. I screamed and began crying uncontrollably. My husband pulled back the blanket, saw what was happening, and called for the nurse.
I could feel Loralie slowly descending.
My husband pulled back the blanket and caught our daughter.
At 10:31 a.m. on October 15, 2023, our angel girl was born.
And then there was silence.
That silence is something I will never forget. I had just given birth to my daughter, but there were no newborn cries filling the room. There was no announcement of a healthy baby girl. There was no ordinary beginning to the life we had imagined for her.
There was only silence, heartbreak, and the reality that our daughter was here, but we wouldn’t get to take her home and raise her.
My husband cut her umbilical cord. The nurse wrapped Loralie in a blanket and handed her to me. She told me that whenever I was ready, I could lift the swaddle and look at my beautiful baby.
And she truly was beautiful.
She had the sweetest little button nose and the cutest tiny toes. She was perfect to me. She was ours. I wanted to take in every little detail, memorize her face, and hold on to every second I had with her.
We spent the next few hours with Loralie. A wonderful nonprofit organization called Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep sent professional photographers who lovingly took pictures of our daughter and our family. Those photographs are treasures we will always cherish. They gave us something tangible to hold on to when we had so little time with her.
Eventually, it was time to say goodbye.
The funeral home director came to take Loralie into his care, and I was discharged from the hospital. Leaving without my daughter was something I never could have prepared for. I had gone into that hospital pregnant, carrying my baby, and I was leaving with empty arms and a heart that would never be the same.
Saying Goodbye
On Monday, we went to make arrangements for Loralie’s funeral. I wanted to see her again, but the funeral home director gently explained that she would no longer look the way she had when we last held her. I was heartbroken at the thought of not getting to see her one more time.
My sister asked whether I could hold Loralie while she was swaddled, and they agreed.
I held my baby one last time.
I prayed over her, loving her, grieving her, and saying goodbye in the only way I knew how. I wanted to hold her forever, but I knew I couldn’t.
Afterward, we went to the cemetery to choose her resting place in Babyland.
On Tuesday, we held a small service for Loralie with our immediate family. My husband had reached out to the deacon at our church and shared some Scriptures with him, and he did an amazing job honoring our daughter and helping us through that moment.
I honestly don’t remember much about that day. What I remember most is staring at the hole in the ground and her tiny casket.
It is a memory that will always stay with me.
Our daughter had been so small, and the finality of that moment was something I couldn’t comprehend. We were burying a baby we had dreamed about, prayed for, and already loved so deeply.
We had prepared to bring home another child, but instead, we were learning how to live without her.
Learning to Live With Her Absence
The days have continued to pass, even when it feels like part of me is still standing in that hospital room.
I love being home with my babies. I love watching them grow, hearing their laughter, and being their mom. But there is also a part of my heart that will always ache for the daughter I didn’t get to raise here on earth.
Remembering Loralie is painfully beautiful.
There is so much sadness in knowing all the things we will never get to experience with her. I will never get to watch her take her first steps, hear her little voice, celebrate her birthdays, or watch her grow up alongside her siblings. I will never get to hold her hand as she walks into school or watch her become her own little person.
There are so many moments I wish we could have shared.
But even in the heartbreak, I am thankful that she was ours. I am thankful that I got to be her mom, even if it was for such a short time. Her life mattered. Her name matters. Her place in our family will never change.
We will always speak her name.
My children are still young, and they don’t know all the details of what happened to their little sister. As they grow older, we will share her story with them. We want them to know that they have a sister named Loralie, that she is part of our family, and that she will always be loved and remembered.
They already love going to visit “flowers,” as they call the cemetery. They may not fully understand why we go there or what it means just yet, but one day they will understand that it is a special place where we remember their sister.
We will continue to tell them about her. We will celebrate her birthday. We will share her pictures. We will speak her name in our home. We will make sure she is never forgotten.
Loralie will always be our daughter, Everette, Rilynn, and Amelia’s sister, and a precious part of our family.
Losing her changed me in ways I am still learning to understand. It brought a grief I never knew was possible, but through that grief, my relationship with Christ grew stronger. I learned that faith doesn’t mean we never experience heartbreak. It means we have Someone to turn to when our hearts are broken beyond what we know how to carry.
I don’t have answers for why our story unfolded the way it did. I still have questions, and I still have days when the hurt feels heavier than others. But I know that Loralie’s life was not meaningless, and I know that the love we have for her will never end.
She was here. She was loved. She is missed. And she will always be remembered.
Our sweet Loralie, you were loved long before we ever saw your face, and you will be loved for the rest of our lives. We wish we could have kept you here with us, watched you grow, and given you the life we dreamed of for you. Instead, we hold you in our hearts and trust that you are safe in the arms of Jesus.
You will always be our girl. You will always be our daughter. And you will always be a part of our family.
Until we meet again, sweet girl. We love you forever. ❤️
- Paige
Our sweet baby boy Braxton Ira Moore was born 14 weeks gestational I had a anti throbbin 3 which my body wouldn’t break down blood clots n killed him I miss him so much it hurts every day I think about him
- Chasidy
My sweet Alexander.
I had emergency surgery. I had a hernia and a blocked bowel duct. I was 25W5D pregnant. Was told everything would be okay with the baby. That he would be fine. But if I didn’t have the surgery I would die. I had the surgery, and a few hours after kinda waking up. My back was killing me. I told my icu nurse that I was in so much pain. They notified my surgeon. About 20 minutes after that, the babies heart rate dropped so much, the L&D nurse came in, and said whatever position I moved he didn’t like that. But I told them I didn’t move, it hurt to much to do so. So they checked me, ran out of the room to get my OBGYN doctor. They all came rushing in (about 10) people. Told me they needed my phone to call my husband. That they tried on the hospital phone, but it wasn’t going through. They called my husband told him to get there now. And one turned towards me and said the baby is coming. No time for anything. 2 got behind my back, lifted me in a folded position. And about 10 minutes later he was out. He wasn’t crying, he was so limp. They were giving him cpr, when my husband came in. I was on so much medication, and still had the anesthesia medication so I wasn’t registering anything. They said the baby isn’t doing good. They eventually got him back about 10 minutes after. Rushed him to the nicu, my husband followed. I couldn’t see him until the next day. As I wasn’t stable enough to move that day. When I got to see him the next day, they told us he had 3 different brain bleeds, all different grades. One was 1, 3 and 5 levels. He was deprived of oxygen to long. His body was shutting down, he was having active seizures. Said he wasn’t going to make it. And we needed to talk about letting him go. That it is what was best for him. He was 2.3lbs such a big boy, had so much hair at almost 26 weeks. We ended up saying our goodbyes later that day. I had them stop giving me pain medication for a few hours. But I still wasn’t “present “ I was still struggling with all the medication. The one thing I hated was not being all there. That day is so blurry, I am thankful I have videos to see. But I wanted to be more present. Be more alert. He was my first vaginal delivery. I had 4 c sections. We didn’t have time to go into the operating room. Later after I processed everything. I asked questions, I was fully dilated. No one realized I was in labor. And he had umbilical cord prolapsed. Where his umbilical cord came first.
Forever Alexander Mateo Salvador Garcia
4/29/26-4/30/26
I had emergency surgery. I had a hernia and a blocked bowel duct. I was 25W5D pregnant. Was told everything would be okay with the baby. That he would be fine. But if I didn’t have the surgery I would die. I had the surgery, and a few hours after kinda waking up. My back was killing me. I told my icu nurse that I was in so much pain. They notified my surgeon. About 20 minutes after that, the babies heart rate dropped so much, the L&D nurse came in, and said whatever position I moved he didn’t like that. But I told them I didn’t move, it hurt to much to do so. So they checked me, ran out of the room to get my OBGYN doctor. They all came rushing in (about 10) people. Told me they needed my phone to call my husband. That they tried on the hospital phone, but it wasn’t going through. They called my husband told him to get there now. And one turned towards me and said the baby is coming. No time for anything. 2 got behind my back, lifted me in a folded position. And about 10 minutes later he was out. He wasn’t crying, he was so limp. They were giving him cpr, when my husband came in. I was on so much medication, and still had the anesthesia medication so I wasn’t registering anything. They said the baby isn’t doing good. They eventually got him back about 10 minutes after. Rushed him to the nicu, my husband followed. I couldn’t see him until the next day. As I wasn’t stable enough to move that day. When I got to see him the next day, they told us he had 3 different brain bleeds, all different grades. One was 1, 3 and 5 levels. He was deprived of oxygen to long. His body was shutting down, he was having active seizures. Said he wasn’t going to make it. And we needed to talk about letting him go. That it is what was best for him. He was 2.3lbs such a big boy, had so much hair at almost 26 weeks. We ended up saying our goodbyes later that day. I had them stop giving me pain medication for a few hours. But I still wasn’t “present “ I was still struggling with all the medication. The one thing I hated was not being all there. That day is so blurry, I am thankful I have videos to see. But I wanted to be more present. Be more alert. He was my first vaginal delivery. I had 4 c sections. We didn’t have time to go into the operating room. Later after I processed everything. I asked questions, I was fully dilated. No one realized I was in labor. And he had umbilical cord prolapsed. Where his umbilical cord came first.
Forever Alexander Mateo Salvador Garcia
4/29/26-4/30/26
- Cherity
Our Story of Heavenly: From Heartbreak to a Promise
My name is Chloe, Heavenly’s mama.
On February 12, 2026, during what we hoped would be a routine appointment, our world changed forever. At 23 weeks and 3 days pregnant, we learned that our beautiful baby girl, Heavenly, no longer had a heartbeat. We had been told she hadn’t shown any growth since our last appointment at 19 weeks & 4 days. She must have passed at 20 weeks gestation and we didn’t know.
Five days later, on February 17, 2026, I was induced and, after four hours of labor, I gave birth to our precious daughter Heavenly LeRae Tallant at 1:52 PM. Although our time with Heavenly was far too short, she was deeply loved from the very beginning. Her big brother, Arkadian, was so excited to meet his baby sister, and our family had been dreaming about the life we would share with her. After her loss, we searched for answers and eventually learned that Heavenly had a rare genetic condition involving a duplication of 1q21.2. Finding answers brought understanding, but it also brought new fears about the future possibility of experiencing another loss.
Through the heartbreak, I began creating memorial bracelets with my son Arkadian and keepsakes as a way to cope with losing my daughter. I wanted other mothers to have something tangible to hold onto when they couldn’t hold their babies.
That little act of love became something much bigger. Heavenly’s Friendship Promise was born from our loss and built on a promise: to remember, honor, and support families experiencing pregnancy and infant loss.
Today, our nonprofit provides keepsakes, resources, awareness, and compassionate support to loss families. Every package we send carries a little piece of Heavenly’s story and a reminder that their babies mattered, their babies are loved, and they will never be forgotten.
Heavenly is my purpose.
These keepsakes are my promise.
To every loss mama: I see you. I hear you. Your baby will always be remembered.
— Heavenly’s Mama
Chloe | Heavenly’s Friendship Promise
My name is Chloe, Heavenly’s mama.
On February 12, 2026, during what we hoped would be a routine appointment, our world changed forever. At 23 weeks and 3 days pregnant, we learned that our beautiful baby girl, Heavenly, no longer had a heartbeat. We had been told she hadn’t shown any growth since our last appointment at 19 weeks & 4 days. She must have passed at 20 weeks gestation and we didn’t know.
Five days later, on February 17, 2026, I was induced and, after four hours of labor, I gave birth to our precious daughter Heavenly LeRae Tallant at 1:52 PM. Although our time with Heavenly was far too short, she was deeply loved from the very beginning. Her big brother, Arkadian, was so excited to meet his baby sister, and our family had been dreaming about the life we would share with her. After her loss, we searched for answers and eventually learned that Heavenly had a rare genetic condition involving a duplication of 1q21.2. Finding answers brought understanding, but it also brought new fears about the future possibility of experiencing another loss.
Through the heartbreak, I began creating memorial bracelets with my son Arkadian and keepsakes as a way to cope with losing my daughter. I wanted other mothers to have something tangible to hold onto when they couldn’t hold their babies.
That little act of love became something much bigger. Heavenly’s Friendship Promise was born from our loss and built on a promise: to remember, honor, and support families experiencing pregnancy and infant loss.
Today, our nonprofit provides keepsakes, resources, awareness, and compassionate support to loss families. Every package we send carries a little piece of Heavenly’s story and a reminder that their babies mattered, their babies are loved, and they will never be forgotten.
Heavenly is my purpose.
These keepsakes are my promise.
To every loss mama: I see you. I hear you. Your baby will always be remembered.
— Heavenly’s Mama
Chloe | Heavenly’s Friendship Promise
- Chloe Tallant
For what we estimated to be about 30 weeks, I had no clue I was pregnant. On 6/3/23, I gave birth to my firstborn son Evan at our local MedExpress.The doctors were shocked. Despite, us not knowing about the pregnancy, we welcomed Evan into our family right away. Since he was born premature, he was taken to our local hospital in the NICU. Things took a turn for the worse, after the doctors called us to let us know that Evan had an irregular heartbeat. We soon came to discover that it was Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome (HLHS) which would require a series of surgeries throughout his life to keep him alive. Due to the severity of Evan's condition, it was decided that he was not a good candidate for surgery. We were given the option to either stay on the ventilator until he passed or have life support removed, a choice no parent should ever have to make. After much thought about it, we decided to remove life support, so that Evan would no longer be in pain. During Evan's time in the NICU, we sang to him, read him stories, watched Disney movies and even introduced him to the family dog. Evan passed away in our arms on his 8th day on Earth. He was very much loved and only knew love.
- Julie Cargal
My sweet Giovanni Angel, my Gio, was born on April 14, 2025, alongside his twin sister, Dream. He came into this world weighing just 4 lbs 2 oz, so tiny but so perfect. He spent about a week and a half in the NICU before finally coming home where he belonged.. with his mommy, his dada, his twin sister, and his 2 big sisters. From the moment he came home, I got to watch my little boy grow. He became my mama’s boy, my favorite boy, my sonshine. He had the sweetest face, big beautiful brown eyes, soft little curls coming in, and a presence that filled our home even though he was still so small.
By his 2 month checkup, Gio had grown to 8 lbs 1.5 oz. I was so proud of him. He was always "hungry" and ate more often than Dream. At that appointment, he received his 2 month vaccinations.. (Worst mistake of my life) .. That night, he struggled a little and wasn’t being himself, but nothing felt alarming enough to make me believe I was about to live the last night of my life with my son. I held him in my arms, comforted him, sang to him, rocked him, and snuggled him with his Mickey blanket until he fell asleep. I had no idea that ordinary moment of being his mommy, holding my baby and helping him settle, would become one of the moments I would replay in my heart forever.
When I woke the next morning, I picked Gio up, he wasn't cold, he was warm and still had his color.. But I wasn’t greeted by Gio’s big brown eyes. My baby was sleeping forever. Right beside Dream..
Giovanni was only 72 days old.
There are no words big enough for what losing him has done to me. I didn’t only lose my 2 month old baby.. I lost an entire lifetime I had already imagined with him. I planned to raise twins. I planned to watch Gio and Dream grow up side by side, reach milestones together, play together, learn together, protect each other, celebrate birthdays together, and grow from 2 tiny babies into their own people. I imagined watching him grow into the little man of our house with his 3 sisters. I imagined his 1st words, 1st steps, 1st haircut, 1st day of school, his favorite foods, the sound of his laugh, the things he would love, and the person he would become. Losing Gio meant grieving my son and a lifetime of memories we never got the chance to make.
His death left a space in our family that cannot be filled, because that space belongs to him. We are still a family with twins, 1 here on Earth and 1 in Heaven. Dream will always have a twin brother, his sisters will always have their baby brother, his dada will always have his son, and I will always be Gio’s mommy. We keep him woven into our family, speak his name, celebrate him, create in his memory, and love him out loud. I never want the world to reduce his entire existence to the morning he died. He lived. He was here. He was loved every second of his life, and he still is so loved.
Giovanni Angel, you are forever my sonshine, my favorite boy, my mama’s boy, my sweet gentle baby boy. Mommy would give anything for more time with you. 72 days could never have been enough, but I will cherish those 72 days for every day that I am here. I will carry you through every season, every milestone, every celebration, and every version of me that exists after you. Until we are together again..
Stay close to me, Gio. Mommy loves you beyond this life and into every one after.
Forever my son. Forever my Gio.
Long Live Giovanni Angel Morrow
04.14.25 - 06.25.25
Gone Too Soon
By his 2 month checkup, Gio had grown to 8 lbs 1.5 oz. I was so proud of him. He was always "hungry" and ate more often than Dream. At that appointment, he received his 2 month vaccinations.. (Worst mistake of my life) .. That night, he struggled a little and wasn’t being himself, but nothing felt alarming enough to make me believe I was about to live the last night of my life with my son. I held him in my arms, comforted him, sang to him, rocked him, and snuggled him with his Mickey blanket until he fell asleep. I had no idea that ordinary moment of being his mommy, holding my baby and helping him settle, would become one of the moments I would replay in my heart forever.
When I woke the next morning, I picked Gio up, he wasn't cold, he was warm and still had his color.. But I wasn’t greeted by Gio’s big brown eyes. My baby was sleeping forever. Right beside Dream..
Giovanni was only 72 days old.
There are no words big enough for what losing him has done to me. I didn’t only lose my 2 month old baby.. I lost an entire lifetime I had already imagined with him. I planned to raise twins. I planned to watch Gio and Dream grow up side by side, reach milestones together, play together, learn together, protect each other, celebrate birthdays together, and grow from 2 tiny babies into their own people. I imagined watching him grow into the little man of our house with his 3 sisters. I imagined his 1st words, 1st steps, 1st haircut, 1st day of school, his favorite foods, the sound of his laugh, the things he would love, and the person he would become. Losing Gio meant grieving my son and a lifetime of memories we never got the chance to make.
His death left a space in our family that cannot be filled, because that space belongs to him. We are still a family with twins, 1 here on Earth and 1 in Heaven. Dream will always have a twin brother, his sisters will always have their baby brother, his dada will always have his son, and I will always be Gio’s mommy. We keep him woven into our family, speak his name, celebrate him, create in his memory, and love him out loud. I never want the world to reduce his entire existence to the morning he died. He lived. He was here. He was loved every second of his life, and he still is so loved.
Giovanni Angel, you are forever my sonshine, my favorite boy, my mama’s boy, my sweet gentle baby boy. Mommy would give anything for more time with you. 72 days could never have been enough, but I will cherish those 72 days for every day that I am here. I will carry you through every season, every milestone, every celebration, and every version of me that exists after you. Until we are together again..
Stay close to me, Gio. Mommy loves you beyond this life and into every one after.
Forever my son. Forever my Gio.
Long Live Giovanni Angel Morrow
04.14.25 - 06.25.25
Gone Too Soon
- Cheyanne
Eliana Sue “Ellie Belly” Cambruzzi 🦋☀️
Eliana Sue Cambruzzi, lovingly known as Ellie Belly, was born on April 18, 2026, after a long and difficult labor. She came into the world with a little halo on the back of her head from the pressure wounds she experienced during birth.
From the very beginning, Ellie’s life was filled with challenges. Because of the wound on the back of her head, we were given Bacitracin before leaving the hospital and instructed to care for it at home. After we noticed that the wound was draining, we brought it to the attention of her pediatrician. We were told that the drainage was normal.
That night, we gently covered the area and placed a small hospital beanie over her head so the wound wouldn’t rub while she slept. During the night, the scab came off. What we saw underneath was an infection and an area where her skull could be seen.
What made everything even harder was that Ellie never showed the typical signs of being sick. She was still our sweet baby, and we had no idea how serious the infection inside her body had become. She was eventually admitted to the hospital, where she spent two weeks being treated for an E. coli infection.
Feeding was another challenge Ellie faced throughout her short life. Early on, she lost 10% of her birth weight because she would become so tired that she wouldn’t eat. We had to work hard to get her to take her feeds and, at times, had to encourage and essentially force her to eat because she was too tired to do it herself.
For much of Ellie’s 76 days, our lives revolved around doctors, appointments, hospitals, and making sure our little girl was okay. We spent so much of her short life fighting for her, caring for her, and doing everything we could to keep her healthy and comfortable.
And through it all, she was loved beyond words.
Ellie only had 76 days on this earth, but those 76 days changed our lives forever. Her life was far too short, but it was meaningful, beautiful, and deeply loved.
We don’t want Ellie to be remembered only by the circumstances surrounding her passing. We want people to know her—our beautiful daughter, our sweet Ellie Belly, and the little girl who made us parents and left an everlasting mark on our hearts.
Her story will always be a part of us. We will continue to speak her name, share her story, and find ways to honor her life so that she is never forgotten.
She was here for 76 days, but her impact will last forever.
Forever our baby girl.
Forever loved.
Forever remembered. 🦋☀️
Eliana Sue Cambruzzi, lovingly known as Ellie Belly, was born on April 18, 2026, after a long and difficult labor. She came into the world with a little halo on the back of her head from the pressure wounds she experienced during birth.
From the very beginning, Ellie’s life was filled with challenges. Because of the wound on the back of her head, we were given Bacitracin before leaving the hospital and instructed to care for it at home. After we noticed that the wound was draining, we brought it to the attention of her pediatrician. We were told that the drainage was normal.
That night, we gently covered the area and placed a small hospital beanie over her head so the wound wouldn’t rub while she slept. During the night, the scab came off. What we saw underneath was an infection and an area where her skull could be seen.
What made everything even harder was that Ellie never showed the typical signs of being sick. She was still our sweet baby, and we had no idea how serious the infection inside her body had become. She was eventually admitted to the hospital, where she spent two weeks being treated for an E. coli infection.
Feeding was another challenge Ellie faced throughout her short life. Early on, she lost 10% of her birth weight because she would become so tired that she wouldn’t eat. We had to work hard to get her to take her feeds and, at times, had to encourage and essentially force her to eat because she was too tired to do it herself.
For much of Ellie’s 76 days, our lives revolved around doctors, appointments, hospitals, and making sure our little girl was okay. We spent so much of her short life fighting for her, caring for her, and doing everything we could to keep her healthy and comfortable.
And through it all, she was loved beyond words.
Ellie only had 76 days on this earth, but those 76 days changed our lives forever. Her life was far too short, but it was meaningful, beautiful, and deeply loved.
We don’t want Ellie to be remembered only by the circumstances surrounding her passing. We want people to know her—our beautiful daughter, our sweet Ellie Belly, and the little girl who made us parents and left an everlasting mark on our hearts.
Her story will always be a part of us. We will continue to speak her name, share her story, and find ways to honor her life so that she is never forgotten.
She was here for 76 days, but her impact will last forever.
Forever our baby girl.
Forever loved.
Forever remembered. 🦋☀️
- Alyssa
July 16th 2024 My sweet baby girl Aria Kristine died due to accidental delayed drowning. She had just turned 2 with her fraternal twin sister, 2 days prior. We had taken her swimming with her brother and sister while camping, a few days later she collapsed and couldn't breathe, she was rushed to the ER via ambulance around 12pm and was pronounced gone after 30 minutes of CPR at 2:06pm. She also had undiagnosed Type 1 Diabetes that was discovered in the ER, her numbers were over 500. She is very much loved and cherished to this day, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of her, my beautiful butterfly.
- Brianna
The Birth Story of My Baby Boy, Riley 🩵
I never thought this would be the way I would tell my first child’s birth story.
When I found out I was pregnant, I was shocked, nervous, excited, and probably every other emotion you can think of. But from the moment I knew there was a little life growing inside of me, that baby was mine and I loved him. Before I even knew he was a boy, I called him Nugget.
That was my baby.
I had already started imagining my life as somebody’s mama. I thought about January and what it would be like finally meeting my baby. I wondered what he would look like, whose personality he would have, and what kind of little person he would grow up to be.
I had plans for him.
I had dreams for him.
I had a whole life pictured for us.
But on August 2, 2026, everything changed.
I had a gush of fluid come out and then I started bleeding. I was scared because I knew something wasn’t right. I ended up going to the hospital by ambulance, and once I got there, they took me to the OB ER.
I was scared, but a part of me was still holding onto hope that they were going to tell me my baby was okay.
Instead, they couldn’t find his heartbeat.
My baby was gone.
I don’t think anything could have prepared me for hearing that, especially because this was my first pregnancy. I had never had a miscarriage. I didn’t know what was supposed to happen next. I didn’t know what it would look like or feel like.
I was told that I would pass my baby at home and that I would have cramping heavier than a normal period when it happened.
So I went home knowing my baby was gone but still carrying him inside of me.
I don’t even know how to explain what that feels like.
Then came August 4, 2026.
That was the day I met my son.
My baby boy was born.
It wasn’t in January like I had planned. There were no nurses standing around waiting to hear him cry. Nobody placed a healthy, screaming baby on my chest. There weren’t congratulations and pictures of me smiling while holding my newborn.
It was nothing like the birth story I thought I would have.
But he was still born.
And he was still my baby.
Seeing him changed something in me because suddenly this wasn’t just somebody telling me I had a miscarriage.
That was my son.
He had little hands.
He had little feet.
He had a little body.
He was real.
He existed.
And I made him.
His name is Riley Dezaar Manuel IV.
I wish more than anything that I could have met him under different circumstances. I wish I could have carried him until January. I wish I could have heard him cry. I wish I could have brought him home. I wish I could have watched him grow from my little Nugget into a little boy and eventually into a man.
I wanted all of that.
Instead, I had to meet my son and figure out how to say goodbye to him at the same time.
That is a pain I wouldn’t wish on anybody.
But one thing I will never allow anyone to do is make me feel like Riley didn’t matter because he was born too soon.
He mattered.
He matters.
That was my child.
That was my first baby.
And he made me a mama.
I have his tiny handprints and footprints, and those little prints mean everything to me because they are his.
Those were my baby’s hands.
Those were my baby’s feet.
Those little feet were supposed to run through my house one day. Those little hands were supposed to grab my fingers. I was supposed to watch them get bigger as he grew.
Life didn’t give us that chance.
But I will treasure what I do have for the rest of my life.
I know some people will call what happened a miscarriage, and medically that may be what it was.
But when I talk about August 4, I’m going to say my son was born.
Because he was.
I gave birth to my baby boy.
I met Riley Dezaar Manuel IV on August 4, 2026, and even though it was one of the most heartbreaking days of my entire life, it is still the day I got to meet my son.
I didn’t get enough time with him.
Truthfully, a lifetime wouldn’t have been enough.
I wanted to be his mama here. I wanted the sleepless nights, bottles, diapers, crying, first steps, birthdays, school pictures, teenage attitudes, and everything else that was supposed to come with raising him.
I wanted all of it.
But since I can’t carry Riley in my arms the way I was supposed to, I’ll carry him in my heart.
I will say his name.
I will talk about him.
I will keep his memory alive.
And I will always make sure people know that before he was Riley, he was my little Nugget.
For a little while, my body was his home.
For a little while, there were two hearts inside of me.
And for the rest of my life, there will be two souls in this story.
Mine and my son’s.
My sweet baby boy, I would give anything to rewrite our story and have you here with me. But since I can’t, I promise I will love you enough for every single day we didn’t get together.
You were wanted.
You were loved.
You were mine.
And you always will be.
Riley Dezaar Manuel IV 🩵
August 4, 2026
My first baby. My son. My Nugget. Forever. 👣🩵
I never thought this would be the way I would tell my first child’s birth story.
When I found out I was pregnant, I was shocked, nervous, excited, and probably every other emotion you can think of. But from the moment I knew there was a little life growing inside of me, that baby was mine and I loved him. Before I even knew he was a boy, I called him Nugget.
That was my baby.
I had already started imagining my life as somebody’s mama. I thought about January and what it would be like finally meeting my baby. I wondered what he would look like, whose personality he would have, and what kind of little person he would grow up to be.
I had plans for him.
I had dreams for him.
I had a whole life pictured for us.
But on August 2, 2026, everything changed.
I had a gush of fluid come out and then I started bleeding. I was scared because I knew something wasn’t right. I ended up going to the hospital by ambulance, and once I got there, they took me to the OB ER.
I was scared, but a part of me was still holding onto hope that they were going to tell me my baby was okay.
Instead, they couldn’t find his heartbeat.
My baby was gone.
I don’t think anything could have prepared me for hearing that, especially because this was my first pregnancy. I had never had a miscarriage. I didn’t know what was supposed to happen next. I didn’t know what it would look like or feel like.
I was told that I would pass my baby at home and that I would have cramping heavier than a normal period when it happened.
So I went home knowing my baby was gone but still carrying him inside of me.
I don’t even know how to explain what that feels like.
Then came August 4, 2026.
That was the day I met my son.
My baby boy was born.
It wasn’t in January like I had planned. There were no nurses standing around waiting to hear him cry. Nobody placed a healthy, screaming baby on my chest. There weren’t congratulations and pictures of me smiling while holding my newborn.
It was nothing like the birth story I thought I would have.
But he was still born.
And he was still my baby.
Seeing him changed something in me because suddenly this wasn’t just somebody telling me I had a miscarriage.
That was my son.
He had little hands.
He had little feet.
He had a little body.
He was real.
He existed.
And I made him.
His name is Riley Dezaar Manuel IV.
I wish more than anything that I could have met him under different circumstances. I wish I could have carried him until January. I wish I could have heard him cry. I wish I could have brought him home. I wish I could have watched him grow from my little Nugget into a little boy and eventually into a man.
I wanted all of that.
Instead, I had to meet my son and figure out how to say goodbye to him at the same time.
That is a pain I wouldn’t wish on anybody.
But one thing I will never allow anyone to do is make me feel like Riley didn’t matter because he was born too soon.
He mattered.
He matters.
That was my child.
That was my first baby.
And he made me a mama.
I have his tiny handprints and footprints, and those little prints mean everything to me because they are his.
Those were my baby’s hands.
Those were my baby’s feet.
Those little feet were supposed to run through my house one day. Those little hands were supposed to grab my fingers. I was supposed to watch them get bigger as he grew.
Life didn’t give us that chance.
But I will treasure what I do have for the rest of my life.
I know some people will call what happened a miscarriage, and medically that may be what it was.
But when I talk about August 4, I’m going to say my son was born.
Because he was.
I gave birth to my baby boy.
I met Riley Dezaar Manuel IV on August 4, 2026, and even though it was one of the most heartbreaking days of my entire life, it is still the day I got to meet my son.
I didn’t get enough time with him.
Truthfully, a lifetime wouldn’t have been enough.
I wanted to be his mama here. I wanted the sleepless nights, bottles, diapers, crying, first steps, birthdays, school pictures, teenage attitudes, and everything else that was supposed to come with raising him.
I wanted all of it.
But since I can’t carry Riley in my arms the way I was supposed to, I’ll carry him in my heart.
I will say his name.
I will talk about him.
I will keep his memory alive.
And I will always make sure people know that before he was Riley, he was my little Nugget.
For a little while, my body was his home.
For a little while, there were two hearts inside of me.
And for the rest of my life, there will be two souls in this story.
Mine and my son’s.
My sweet baby boy, I would give anything to rewrite our story and have you here with me. But since I can’t, I promise I will love you enough for every single day we didn’t get together.
You were wanted.
You were loved.
You were mine.
And you always will be.
Riley Dezaar Manuel IV 🩵
August 4, 2026
My first baby. My son. My Nugget. Forever. 👣🩵
- Erica
This is Greyson's story....
We found out we were pregnant in August of 2025, my due date was May 11, 2026; we were both extremely excited, as were his brother and sisters. We went to every appointment, my fiancée made sure we were there 30 minutes early every time. On December 20th, we went in for our anatomy scan, that's where the bad news started. We went to our local doctors office for the scan because it was closer for a 7am appointment, they did the scan and I had seen so many of them I wasn't paying that much attention, I was just watching my fiancée's face the whole time, the pure joy to see his first born and learn all of his features and see the growth was amazing. The tech made a concerned face and went into another room to see if the doctor wanted anymore scans, and he did, so she did the rest of the scans and sent us to our appointment. The doctor came in and told us that Greyson had a complete of abnormalities and he wanted us to go to another hospital that was about 30-45 minutes away from us because they were the closest high risk office to us. We got to our appointment down there and they explained everything a little bit better but we still left confused and unsure about the outcome of Greyson's life. At that appointment they said he had a cystic hydroma, omphalocele, bowed and short legs, a small rib cage and frontal bosing as well as skeletal dysplasia, they basically told us he was going to be a little person. At that appointment I also had an amniocentesis done to see if it was genetic issue that could be diagnosed through the fluid. Everything started looking up in January at our follow up appointment, they said everything was looking a little bit better and they were confident that if we had the right team set up for him his chances of life would be a little bit greater, so from that point forward we started setting up a surgeon, NICU team and cardiologist (they discovered one of his valves was bad). I continued working as much as I could through the growing pains as much as I could, I'm a server so lots of walking. The end of February I was having a really hard time at work, I went in and was already hurting a little bit (mild cramping) but I brushed it off because I was walking a lot that night. They ended up sending me home from work that night because my manager saw how much pain I was in. Wednesday, February 25th, I went to triage because I was in a lot of pain and figured I had a UTI, I found out I was 1cm dilated and 40% effaced, they gave me a stronger antibiotic and sent me on my way. I ended up back at triage at our local hospital on March 1 because the pain was getting worse, I tried to manage it at home but I wasn't able too. I got there at that point the nurses mostly knew me because I was there so often to check on him because I was so worried about him. We got there and had the best nurse, and she did all of the things; fluids, iv's, amniotic fluid check and a cervical check. As she was checking my cervix, I was talking to her about all of my babies and in the middle of the conversation she said, "baby girl you are 3cm," I looked at her and all I could say was no I'm not, I'm only 30 weeks. After that the room began getting filled with nurses, one was trying to start another IV, one was running extra fluids, one was trying to catch my contractions on the monitor, and one was in the hall getting meds and talking to the doctor. That's when I knew it was serious we sat there for about an hour at most waiting for a transport because our local hospital doesn't have a NICU, so we got transported to the hospital that we were also going to throughout our pregnancy. I was taken by ambulance it's usually a 45-minute car ride, I called my mother-in-law and let her know my fiancée was coming to the house and grabbing our chargers and I needed them to bring him to the hospital because I knew they could get him there fast. I got to the hospital and by the time I was getting ready to get my epidural my fiancee was walking through the door. Shortly after I got my epidural the neonatoligist came in and talked to us and let us know that we really only had 2 options which were either comfort care or routine care but there was no chance at saving him. That's when we had to make the hardest decision that has ever been placed in front of me as a parent and I know it was an even harder decision for my fiancee. We chose comfort care because I didn't not want my baby to go through pain the way he would have if we would have chosen routine care. I finally took a nap, knowing that when I relaxed enough my body was going to dilate more, I tried to fight it but my mom rubbed my hand until I dozed off just enough for my body to completely relax. I woke up about an hour or two later and was 10 cm so they got me ready to push, it was roughly 12am. I pushed from 12am-6:50ish, he wasn't progressing at all. Once the doctor finally came in she wanted me to keep pushing but I was too tired, I knew I couldn't do it. That's when I opted to have my very first c-section, as soon as I told them I was ready to just have a c-section I remember everyone rushed into the room, my nurse was having my fiancée help me get wiped down for it, they gave me my medicine through my epidural and I was passed out. The last thing I remember was getting wheeled into the OR and then they asked me my name, I told them and then they had me on the table, I remember my arm falling down and slinging it back up on the rest and the nurses laughing. I don't remember my fiancee coming in the room at all. My son was born at 7:04am with his daddy right next to him, he passed away at 7:52am. His heart didn't stop beating until he was away from my body and that part is always going to be so special to me because I was keeping him alive. He was 8lbs 11 oz and 15 inches long. He was definitely born a little person but his organs grew at the rate of a regular sized baby. My fiancee has to tell me about him all the time. He was the most precious baby and I am so grateful that I get to be his mom and have him as my guardian angel for the rest of my life. I've never told his story so thank you for letting me share it with you.
I hope all of our babies are up in Heaven having a blast together.
We found out we were pregnant in August of 2025, my due date was May 11, 2026; we were both extremely excited, as were his brother and sisters. We went to every appointment, my fiancée made sure we were there 30 minutes early every time. On December 20th, we went in for our anatomy scan, that's where the bad news started. We went to our local doctors office for the scan because it was closer for a 7am appointment, they did the scan and I had seen so many of them I wasn't paying that much attention, I was just watching my fiancée's face the whole time, the pure joy to see his first born and learn all of his features and see the growth was amazing. The tech made a concerned face and went into another room to see if the doctor wanted anymore scans, and he did, so she did the rest of the scans and sent us to our appointment. The doctor came in and told us that Greyson had a complete of abnormalities and he wanted us to go to another hospital that was about 30-45 minutes away from us because they were the closest high risk office to us. We got to our appointment down there and they explained everything a little bit better but we still left confused and unsure about the outcome of Greyson's life. At that appointment they said he had a cystic hydroma, omphalocele, bowed and short legs, a small rib cage and frontal bosing as well as skeletal dysplasia, they basically told us he was going to be a little person. At that appointment I also had an amniocentesis done to see if it was genetic issue that could be diagnosed through the fluid. Everything started looking up in January at our follow up appointment, they said everything was looking a little bit better and they were confident that if we had the right team set up for him his chances of life would be a little bit greater, so from that point forward we started setting up a surgeon, NICU team and cardiologist (they discovered one of his valves was bad). I continued working as much as I could through the growing pains as much as I could, I'm a server so lots of walking. The end of February I was having a really hard time at work, I went in and was already hurting a little bit (mild cramping) but I brushed it off because I was walking a lot that night. They ended up sending me home from work that night because my manager saw how much pain I was in. Wednesday, February 25th, I went to triage because I was in a lot of pain and figured I had a UTI, I found out I was 1cm dilated and 40% effaced, they gave me a stronger antibiotic and sent me on my way. I ended up back at triage at our local hospital on March 1 because the pain was getting worse, I tried to manage it at home but I wasn't able too. I got there at that point the nurses mostly knew me because I was there so often to check on him because I was so worried about him. We got there and had the best nurse, and she did all of the things; fluids, iv's, amniotic fluid check and a cervical check. As she was checking my cervix, I was talking to her about all of my babies and in the middle of the conversation she said, "baby girl you are 3cm," I looked at her and all I could say was no I'm not, I'm only 30 weeks. After that the room began getting filled with nurses, one was trying to start another IV, one was running extra fluids, one was trying to catch my contractions on the monitor, and one was in the hall getting meds and talking to the doctor. That's when I knew it was serious we sat there for about an hour at most waiting for a transport because our local hospital doesn't have a NICU, so we got transported to the hospital that we were also going to throughout our pregnancy. I was taken by ambulance it's usually a 45-minute car ride, I called my mother-in-law and let her know my fiancée was coming to the house and grabbing our chargers and I needed them to bring him to the hospital because I knew they could get him there fast. I got to the hospital and by the time I was getting ready to get my epidural my fiancee was walking through the door. Shortly after I got my epidural the neonatoligist came in and talked to us and let us know that we really only had 2 options which were either comfort care or routine care but there was no chance at saving him. That's when we had to make the hardest decision that has ever been placed in front of me as a parent and I know it was an even harder decision for my fiancee. We chose comfort care because I didn't not want my baby to go through pain the way he would have if we would have chosen routine care. I finally took a nap, knowing that when I relaxed enough my body was going to dilate more, I tried to fight it but my mom rubbed my hand until I dozed off just enough for my body to completely relax. I woke up about an hour or two later and was 10 cm so they got me ready to push, it was roughly 12am. I pushed from 12am-6:50ish, he wasn't progressing at all. Once the doctor finally came in she wanted me to keep pushing but I was too tired, I knew I couldn't do it. That's when I opted to have my very first c-section, as soon as I told them I was ready to just have a c-section I remember everyone rushed into the room, my nurse was having my fiancée help me get wiped down for it, they gave me my medicine through my epidural and I was passed out. The last thing I remember was getting wheeled into the OR and then they asked me my name, I told them and then they had me on the table, I remember my arm falling down and slinging it back up on the rest and the nurses laughing. I don't remember my fiancee coming in the room at all. My son was born at 7:04am with his daddy right next to him, he passed away at 7:52am. His heart didn't stop beating until he was away from my body and that part is always going to be so special to me because I was keeping him alive. He was 8lbs 11 oz and 15 inches long. He was definitely born a little person but his organs grew at the rate of a regular sized baby. My fiancee has to tell me about him all the time. He was the most precious baby and I am so grateful that I get to be his mom and have him as my guardian angel for the rest of my life. I've never told his story so thank you for letting me share it with you.
I hope all of our babies are up in Heaven having a blast together.
- Abigail
On July 21st 2023, i presented at OB triage at Windsor Regional Hospital at 25 weeks pregnant for heavy bleeding (filling 3 pads within an hour) and cramps that I felt were contractions. Within 20 minutes of arrive They did a Doppler after arrival and found baby’s heartbeat, they immediately after a bedside ultrasound confirming a heartbeat, they found her having sever bradycardia episodes and found her fluid levels had dropped significantly. For some unknown reason, dr Tomc chose not to intervene or even monitor through the night, I was left in an empty triage bay. My aunt whom was present the intire time and myself informed nursing staff multiple times I was having worsening cramps that at that point I knew were contractions and was ignored and still never monitored, all I got were pain and nausea medication.
The morning of July 22nd after staff change they ordered a repeat ultrasound and discovered my baby was gone. A new dr and nursing team informed me her heart had stop and I could deliver that day.
No one has ever once explained what happened, why they chose to not monitor, why they left her in distress, nothing.
I also have medical records from the night stating the issues found and that they didn’t intervene.
I truly believe my daughter wasn’t ever given a chance to live. Windsor Regional can deliver babies as soon as 24 weeks, yet they never even monitored my child, they left us in their “women’s health” triage bay across from their OB triage and ignored me basically, I want to know why, I need to know why no body gave her a chance.
I found out at my six week check up, my primary care OBGYN (Dr,Polsky) and my team in London (whom had a saftey plan incase delivery was needed as soon as 22 weeks) were NEVER informed. Dr polsky only knew because the doctor thay delivered my daughter called him that night, he himself also has zero answers or paperwork let alone from that night.
Ive since over the last two years have learned
1) they had all the tests and paperwork proving Eden was low risk and healthy
2) the CPSO agrees it’s medical neglect
3) legally, we can’t do a thing despite everyone agreeing this is medical neglect
4) they had cooling cots, I could have had more time with her and nobody ever told me
The morning of July 22nd after staff change they ordered a repeat ultrasound and discovered my baby was gone. A new dr and nursing team informed me her heart had stop and I could deliver that day.
No one has ever once explained what happened, why they chose to not monitor, why they left her in distress, nothing.
I also have medical records from the night stating the issues found and that they didn’t intervene.
I truly believe my daughter wasn’t ever given a chance to live. Windsor Regional can deliver babies as soon as 24 weeks, yet they never even monitored my child, they left us in their “women’s health” triage bay across from their OB triage and ignored me basically, I want to know why, I need to know why no body gave her a chance.
I found out at my six week check up, my primary care OBGYN (Dr,Polsky) and my team in London (whom had a saftey plan incase delivery was needed as soon as 22 weeks) were NEVER informed. Dr polsky only knew because the doctor thay delivered my daughter called him that night, he himself also has zero answers or paperwork let alone from that night.
Ive since over the last two years have learned
1) they had all the tests and paperwork proving Eden was low risk and healthy
2) the CPSO agrees it’s medical neglect
3) legally, we can’t do a thing despite everyone agreeing this is medical neglect
4) they had cooling cots, I could have had more time with her and nobody ever told me
- Gerilyn
Monday February 23, 2026, was the worst day of my life.. I went in for a checkup with my Ob and everything was fine until I got up on that examination bed and he started the ultrasound.. I will never forget hearing those horrible words “It’s not good..” My Ob could not find our sweet little baby’s heartbeat and baby was not moving at all.. I couldn’t understand it, I just saw baby and baby’s heartbeat that past Thursday at an ultrasound for my kidneys.. We had made it to 18 weeks and 4/5 days. We had names chosen for either gender and we were just waiting for our appointment to find out which name we were would be using.. I asked my Ob what the plan was and he said we should do an amnio to see if anything was missed during the genetic testing and then an induction to deliver baby and lastly an autopsy to figure out what happened.. The following day I went in for my amnio, now at the top of my file it was written IUFD (Intrauterine Fetal Demise), four little letters which stood for my worst nightmare. I asked them to please be careful and not hurt the baby in that moment I had forgotten that baby was gone and my first instinct was to be a mom and protect my baby. The amnio went ok pain wise. I was then sent home to wait for a phone call to begin the induction and deliver my baby. Days went by and I called the birthing center every couple of days because I couldn’t handle having our baby still inside me knowing baby was gone. They kept saying they had no beds and would call when they were ready for me. Finally Monday March 2, I went into the ER for pain and a lot of mental suffering, they quickly took me in I will never forget the triage nurse saying how awful this all was as she listened to my wonderful boyfriend explain the situation since all that would come out of me were tears. I was sent up to the birthing center and admitted to begin the induction. Finally, March 3 at 7:05 am our sweet Theodore William was born sleeping.. He was born quickly with no pain meds, drs and nurses rushed into my room to get him and I cleaned up and moved over. We were given a cuddle cot so he could stay in my room with us and we were given time to say our goodbyes… I thought to myself how do you say goodbye to someone you planned a whole life with… The next morning it came time to say our final goodbyes and walk our son down to the morgue, they brought me a wheelchair I guess they figured I wouldn’t be able to walk that far and in hindsight it was a good idea I could barely get out of bed on my own due to uncontrollable shaking. Theo had his bear from the memory box the hospital gave us and I had mine which was identical just a bit bigger, he also had a little reindeer rattle his dad and I had bought for him to play with when he was born. We walked down to the morgue with the nurse who pushed my baby, my boyfriend and I and a spiritual advisor, we said our final goodbyes and left my poor baby in such a cold place.. Then we went back upstairs to my room packed up our things and left the hospital empty both physically and mentally.. As I write this we are now 6 weeks since his birth we have since brought our son home in his little teddy bear urn.. just not the way we had imagined…
- Cass
Sept 28, 2024 my water broke two hours after my visit with my midwife. I drove myself and my 3 almost 4 year old to the hospital. (Her dad was on his way home from work 5 hours away). After being in the maternity ward for 5.5 hrs I finally started having contractions. Every contraction his heart rate dropped, nurses failed to report it to my midwife for almost two hours. My sister in law showed up and took lead on everything demanding things to be done that should have already been done. Not checking my fluid levels and only being a cm dialated they stopped my contractions with a shot and gave me ammnio fusion because it pushes fluid into you and having not checked my fluid levels to begin with it pushed the umbelical cord out first causing me to need an emergency c section! The OR in maternity ward was not prepped and waiting for a surgery of any type caused the nurses to be frantic trying to find a scalpo to cut me open etc. by this time my daughters father is there helping them put sanitation cloths on lights and the blue sheet across me etc. they lost his heartbeat because they took so long to get him out. They worked on him for 45 minutes doing what they could to save him. But unfortunately they couldn’t. This was the worst day of my entire life! Nothing feels right anymore. The pain doesn’t get easier or better. The need for my son in my arms doesn’t go away! The nightmares that wake me up every night of different baby cry’s haunt me because I never got to hear his cry! My daughter always tells everyone she has two brothers one that’s alive and one that’s her angel. I’ll talk about my baby everyday because he was a life, he was born, and just because he was considered a still born because he didn’t get to take a breath of air when he came out he was still full term and he should be here with us but he was failed we all were. I’ve taken actions to get justice for my sweet boy. But until then all we have are the pictures that a sweet women came and took professionally for us for our family. Thank you for allowing me to share our story. I’m not glad but I’m relieved to know that I’m not alone, I’m not the only one that knows the pain of losing a baby and having to go on without them, wondering how your going to go on without them. I’m sorry for your loss/losses to each mama out there. ❤️
- Sara
Nia Roselynn died on impact in a car accident at 39 weeks and 5 days old. My sister in law misjudged a yield traffic light causing our vehicle to be hit passenger side where me and my innocent Nia sat. We were on our way to pick up my firstborn after my OBGYN appointment. Nia frantically kicked and flailed in my stomach in her last moments. Scared and in pain in her last moments and there was nothing I can do. I’m lucky to be alive to share about her short life. Everyday is hard to live without her.
- Laura
Maverick Addikus Goins 12/25/2016-10/07/2017
Mav was always happy and smiling, he had 4 brothers who loved him dearly. Mav passed from an avm. He now has 6 brothers and a sister who miss him every single day. We love you so much Mavey!! ❤️
Mav was always happy and smiling, he had 4 brothers who loved him dearly. Mav passed from an avm. He now has 6 brothers and a sister who miss him every single day. We love you so much Mavey!! ❤️
- Nicole
Ezekiel Daniel Brenton❄️💙
Birthday 1/10/2025❄️💙
I thought I was 36 weeks pregnant but found out that my baby boy Ezekiel Daniel who was my first baby had stopped growing at 28 weeks due to undiagnosed serve preeclamsia and I almost lost my life as well.
Birthday 1/10/2025❄️💙
I thought I was 36 weeks pregnant but found out that my baby boy Ezekiel Daniel who was my first baby had stopped growing at 28 weeks due to undiagnosed serve preeclamsia and I almost lost my life as well.
- Celine
For almost 4 years my husband and I struggled to get pregnant. We had went through testing, procedures, medications, you name it we did it. I was diagnosed with PCOS in December of 2023, it was bittersweet having an answer but knowing the difficulties we’d face in our journey hurt. In July 2024, after nearly 4 years of negative tests, one early Sunday morning we got the brightest, fastest positive pregnancy test. We shared tears, laughter and disbelief staring at that test. A month after we got that positive we were shocked all over again when we were told it was triplets! Giving that news to our family and friends felt like telling them we were pregnant all over again. Everyone was so excited.
We found out in early October that we were having 2 identical girls and 1 fraternal boy. We knew right off the bat one of our girls’ names would be Grace Yvonne. My mother-in-law, Yvonne, always wanted a granddaughter named Gracie. In 2021, when she lost her battle with cancer, my husband and I said our first daughter’s name would be Grace Yvonne for his mom. We soon settled on Skylar Jo (my husbands name is Joe) for her sister and Eli Douglas (my dad’s name is Douglas) for her brother.
With being high risk we had a lot of appointments and a lot of ultrasounds. Our team closely monitored the girls for Twin-to-Twin Transfusion and their growth because they shared a placenta. On November, 18, 2024 we went in for a routine scan and our world was turned upside down.
Our sonographer, sweetest lady ever, made a comment about needing the MFM to “confirm the numbers on the cord flow” and slipped out of the room. When she came back, she didn’t have our MFM but she had our OB (also the greatest Dr we could’ve asked for during this process). I’ll never forget what he said “Trish wanted me to come talk to you guys, I’m so sorry, Baby C, her heart stopped, there’s no heartbeat.” He stayed there, in that room with us, he cried with us, he grieved the loss of our baby with us. He explained that there wasn’t anything that could be done, not without compromising the other 2. We were only 23 weeks so the other 2 weren’t even viable yet. He explained how he’s never seen a multiple loss so late in the pregnancy and what our next steps would be.
By this point, we’d already begun calling “Baby C” Grace. We knew when he said Baby C that we had lost our beautiful baby.
Over the course of the next 2 months we monitored Skylar even closer. At 25 weeks we were admitted for issues with her cord flow, given steroids and informed on the dangers of potentially delivering early. At 27 weeks we were admitted again for heavy bleeding, thankfully everyone was ok, they still aren’t sure what caused the bleeding. Then at 30 weeks we were admitted indefinitely, given more steroids and educated on delivery at 32 weeks. Skylar had stopped growing. Keeping her in any longer could result in losing her as well but they wanted to give her a fighting chance by giving her a couple more weeks.
At 32 weeks and 2 days we were scheduled for a c section. At 1:30pm, 1:32pm and 1:34pm our triplets came into the world. I remember my dr telling me that because they were so small it was unlikely we’d hear them cry. Our warriors greeted the world with the loudest, tiniest screams and I cried. Today, November 2025, after a 70 day nicu stay (which a whole other story all its own) we have 2 healthy 9.5 month olds. Eli Douglas and Skylar Grace, who carries the name of her angel sister.
We found out in early October that we were having 2 identical girls and 1 fraternal boy. We knew right off the bat one of our girls’ names would be Grace Yvonne. My mother-in-law, Yvonne, always wanted a granddaughter named Gracie. In 2021, when she lost her battle with cancer, my husband and I said our first daughter’s name would be Grace Yvonne for his mom. We soon settled on Skylar Jo (my husbands name is Joe) for her sister and Eli Douglas (my dad’s name is Douglas) for her brother.
With being high risk we had a lot of appointments and a lot of ultrasounds. Our team closely monitored the girls for Twin-to-Twin Transfusion and their growth because they shared a placenta. On November, 18, 2024 we went in for a routine scan and our world was turned upside down.
Our sonographer, sweetest lady ever, made a comment about needing the MFM to “confirm the numbers on the cord flow” and slipped out of the room. When she came back, she didn’t have our MFM but she had our OB (also the greatest Dr we could’ve asked for during this process). I’ll never forget what he said “Trish wanted me to come talk to you guys, I’m so sorry, Baby C, her heart stopped, there’s no heartbeat.” He stayed there, in that room with us, he cried with us, he grieved the loss of our baby with us. He explained that there wasn’t anything that could be done, not without compromising the other 2. We were only 23 weeks so the other 2 weren’t even viable yet. He explained how he’s never seen a multiple loss so late in the pregnancy and what our next steps would be.
By this point, we’d already begun calling “Baby C” Grace. We knew when he said Baby C that we had lost our beautiful baby.
Over the course of the next 2 months we monitored Skylar even closer. At 25 weeks we were admitted for issues with her cord flow, given steroids and informed on the dangers of potentially delivering early. At 27 weeks we were admitted again for heavy bleeding, thankfully everyone was ok, they still aren’t sure what caused the bleeding. Then at 30 weeks we were admitted indefinitely, given more steroids and educated on delivery at 32 weeks. Skylar had stopped growing. Keeping her in any longer could result in losing her as well but they wanted to give her a fighting chance by giving her a couple more weeks.
At 32 weeks and 2 days we were scheduled for a c section. At 1:30pm, 1:32pm and 1:34pm our triplets came into the world. I remember my dr telling me that because they were so small it was unlikely we’d hear them cry. Our warriors greeted the world with the loudest, tiniest screams and I cried. Today, November 2025, after a 70 day nicu stay (which a whole other story all its own) we have 2 healthy 9.5 month olds. Eli Douglas and Skylar Grace, who carries the name of her angel sister.
- Ali
May 20 2024 I went into pre term labor and had my beautiful baby boy sleeping. I was 21 weeks and 4 days. When I was brought to the hospital and transferred to the bed my water broke. They monitored his heart for the first little while. At 12am they told me they may need to transfer me due to how early it was. When the doctor came back in at 1 am and told me Boston didn’t have room they checked his heart rate again and that’s when they broke my heart by telling me he had no heartbeat. I’ve never experienced such a heartbreak like this. Now my beautiful boy is not only tattooed on me I wear his ashes and last night I received my teddy for him 🫶❤️ I’m thankful that my baby boy is not suffering and is my guardian angel 👼 💙
- Amy Butler
On April 12, 2015 I lost my last angel to a miscarriage. I was so expecting this little angel to be the last of my dreams. I had a name and everything was ready for her. Little did I know that would be the worst day of my life. I had never experienced anything like this in my entire life. It has been a struggle over the years wondering what she would have been like and never getting to see her grow up.
- Ladell
March 30th of 2022 I was hanging out with my best friend when we did "pregnancy roulette." Both of us so utterly confident neither would be positive, until one of them happened to be positive. We both retook a test and mine came back so heavily positive almost instantly. A trip to the nearest hospital confirmed through urine and blood test that I was in fact about 7 weeks pregnant. I had just met my now husband about a month and a half prior, the relationship wasn't even official and I was terrified. I couldn't get an appointment to my OB earlier than May, which made it nerve wracking. April 10-12 I was in the hospital with a migraine, high blood pressure, and I couldn't keep anything down. They confirmed I was 9 weeks pregnant, but the gestation had stopped at roughly 5ish weeks due to no fetal heart beat. I was devastated, my husband was devastated. We tried again, and again, and again, over two years with nothing to show for it until we got our rainbow in July of '24.
To any mama that reads this, your loss, no matter how soon, is a loss. Stay strong!❤️
To any mama that reads this, your loss, no matter how soon, is a loss. Stay strong!❤️
- Anon
September 24th I went in for decreased fetal movement they admitted me for monitoring as she failed all her tests on ultrasound come the 25th at 6 in the morning her heart rate dropped insanely fast so they rushed me for an emergency c section it was my very first surgery I’ve ever had and I was insanely scared I wasn’t able to have my husband there as I was put under general anesthesia she was born weighing 1lb 12.2oz I had a fetal maternal hemorrhage she had lost all her blood and because of that they had to give her a blood transfusion well that blood transfusion caused her lactic acid to go through the roof and it wasn’t going down the hemorrhage also caused major brain damage and organ failure the doctors said we gave her the greatest gift of not being able to feel anything as at her gestation touch is super painful she could not move or eat because the doctors said my milk would eat through her stomach she was so loved for the short time she was here . My sweet Esmae June 9-25-25👼
- Lilyan
October 6, 2023 I gave birth to healthy perfect 7lb 1oz baby boy. It was one of the happiest days of mine and my husbands lives. Once we got home from the hospital we quickly realized that he absolutely loved to be swaddled and was the only way he would sleep. He was always such a happy smiley baby and our other 2 kids absolutely adored him and loved to help with him and hold him. His first Halloween he was in a green fluffy bag as the Grinch🥹he had his first Halloween and first Thanksgiving. His first doctor appointment went amazing. He was growing healthy and perfect. December 4, 2023 he had his first pictures with Santa and he was looking everywhere so curious of his surroundings. That night he had woken up and I couldn’t get him back to sleep and I played with him and smiled at him and kissed him all over making him smile. He wasn’t old to giggle yet. Then comes the worst day of my life, December 5, 2023. He had went back to sleep fine that night and that was the last time I ever seen his beautiful eyes and smile. I never in my life could’ve imagined the heartbreak that would ensure in me less than 12 hours later. As we lived with my mother in law at the time, she had came and gotten him from our room that morning and spent some time with him. When he had fell back asleep she put him back in our room. About 11 am that morning I woke and he wasn’t breathing. He had fallen asleep forever💔we found out about 7 months later that he had passed from SIDS.
- Brittany
On April 28th, 2020 we welcomed the little boy I always prayed for. His name was Myles Jayden and he was everything me and his father could have ever imagined. The day we found out we were pregnant with him we were so shocked because my husband was constantly told he couldn’t have children. So it made the pregnancy all the more special. Myles was my second child but a lot of times he was my best friend. His sister traveled back and forth every month to see her father and my husband was active duty at the time. So a lot of times it was just Myles and me and for the first time in life that felt ok because I had him, I didn’t have to constantly feel alone. Myles was such a happy baby and when I say that I truly mean that he smiled more than he ever did cry. He loved to explore so once he learned to crawl it was game over. I think our preacher explained it best at his celebration of life. I carried Myles for 9 months in pregnancy and my husband carried him 9 months in life. Sadly that’s all the time we got with our little boy. He passed a week shy of 10 months old, we never really got a reason. But did get the reality of anything can happen in a instant. My husband laid Myles down for a nap and walked away and within 3 minutes he was gone. The day he died we were supposed to take him to the park to swing on the swings for his first time. Because he loved his baby swing so much. But even though it’s still very painful all I can remind myself is he’s somewhere better swinging away watching over us.
- Faith
Today is my daughter's 11th anniversary birthday...she was diagnosed with a rare brain disease called Ablor Holoprosencephaly, i had the option to terminate but I wanted to give her a chance. unfortunately she passed at 7 days old she was with me at home on hospice care. After she passed I lost it and went into a really bad depression to the point I almost committed suicide because I felt like i had no one...Got pregnant with my son in 2016 because I was still in self destructive mode but he was a blessing in disguise...Now I just had another baby girl on 9/12/2025 and I believe its her way of saying it will be okay
- Serena
In April of 2020 me and my now Husband were in a tight spot with our living situation and financial situation due to COVID. Around the 3rd week of April I told my Husband that I didn’t feel like myself and that I felt off and wanted to take a pregnancy test. We got one and the line was there. It wasn’t super dark but it was there. I set up an appointment with an OBGYN but I couldn’t get an appointment until like a week after the first positive test. I took a couple tests before I started actively bleeding and losing the baby. The tests that I did take after the first positive kept on getting more faint and i didn’t know what that meant cause I’ve never been pregnant before. We got to the OBGYN and I explained everything to her and I sat in that office and got the news that the pregnancy test they took was negative, I had an early miscarriage and I most likely had PCOS. She told me to do a follow up appointment but I was too upset. Hearing those words made my heart sink. I’ll never forget the room I sat in, what I wore, the look on my husbands face and everything. I didn’t shed a tear till I got in my truck and I was sobbing so much and so loudly that I just couldn’t get out any words to my husband and I just couldn’t see anything from so many tears in my eyes. We got home and I just couldn’t stop sobbing. I had a huge breakdown then fell into a deep depression for a year. After that we tried again with supplements and it didn’t work, I tried working out and eating better and it didn’t work, the only thing that has worked for me to regulate my menstrual is Clomid and it helped me lose 10lbs. We still didn’t conceive. We just found out that my husband has a fertility problem so we plan on trying again in 2026. Hopefully our GoFundMe works out. I didn’t feel comfortable enough to share my story until this year. I also didn’t feel comfortable enough to give our angel baby a name until this year. His/her name is Aspen Ellis Tuck. I will remember , love and represent my baby anytime I can! Thank you for listening to my story.
- Katelyn
In May 2024, after 9 months of trying to get pregnant, I found out it was mine and my partners turn. We sadly lost our sweet baby at 7 weeks, who had not grown beyond 5. In August 2024 on the 23rd, I found out I was pregnant again. I was beyond nervous this pregnancy would end in the same fate. After spotting on September 10th, the ultrasound told a different story. Not 1 healthy baby, but 3! Two in 1 sac, 1 in the other. 3 days later I was rushed to the hospital after being attacked to find one of the identical babies were gone at no fault of the attack, just reabsorbed. My babies continued to grow healthy and strong! Always measuring on time, and very active despite two anterior placentas. Especially my son Ryder Scott, who was Baby A. We found out they were boys in October. Immediately their names were picked. Ryder Scott and Hayden Lee. Everything went by in a breeze and healthy. At the end of February I got rushed from my job to the hospital with preeclampsia. At the time they thought it wasn’t so severe so I was sent home with bedrest, and medication for my blood pressure twice a day. I had a beautiful baby shower March 1st, I turned 22 March 13th. On March 27th it was noticed my Twin A was growth restricted. I had another ultrasound done March 31st at a different hospital and the tech agreed with the findings, but noted Baby Bs head was smaller than Baby As. April 1st at my routine OB appointment. The ultrasound tech (who I had my entire pregnancy with the office) was not happy with the findings, and investigated herself, only to find that Baby B was much much smaller, as he was weight estimate 3lb 3oz at 35 weeks of pregnancy, when he was estimated to be 3lb 1oz at 30 weeks. I was immediately sent to L&D to deliver but they decided to send me home. I started feeling my babies less, so I went back the next day and was once again dismissed and sent home. Told to come back April 7th for my last maternal fetal medicine appointment before my c section scheduled April 16th. When I came back on the 7th, immediately I knew something was wrong when she started the ultrasound. She had been a chatty Cathy Till she started scanning my belly. Prior to the ultrasound she told me she couldn’t do a growth scan cause I had one done on the 1st and they had to be 7 days apart. Then once she started my ultrasound she said she would do one on Baby A, red flag number 1. She has me flip side to side, switched probes. Then ultimately left to get the doctor and blamed it on bad angles and not being good with twins. The doctor comes in and does the scan where unfortunately he tells me. Baby B is gone. My sweet Hayden Lee passed away most likely the night before that appointment. I went to L&D where I delivered my boys at 6:34 (Ryder) and 6:35PM (Hayden) after autopsy we found Hayden had a brain injury, an that’s what he passed from, he had a cord insert that was incorrect, which exposed his blood vessels where it connected to the placenta, leaving them exposed with no Wharton's jelly. For 2-3 weeks he suffered like this and no one had any idea. I’m beyond blessed to have his twin brother alive with me and I’ll forever wonder what life would’ve been with both of them. Rest easy my sweet baby. Until we meet again my little love.
- Jenna
My son Rowan Eros Sage Pritchard was born June 12th 2024. He was born not breathing and a slight heart rate. I woke up from being put to sleep finding out that my son passed away, he had cardiopulmonary failure and HIE. There was no way of him coming back from. My baby boy had no oxygen in his blood steam. We love and miss him every day.
- Brooke
This was the last time I saw my sweet girl . This day she was great she heart rate was 170 several weeks after this ultrasound I went for my 16 week check up right after Christmas. January 15th my midwife and I talked like we always did being my fourth pregnancy and my age she and I always had good talks so then she checked her heart ❤️ and then those horrible words came I can’t find it I’m sending you to ultrasound so we can get a big picture okay well I came back I’m so sorry she’s gone her lungs her kidneys her head had filled with fluid there’s noting we can do now you will wait a week because I’m 39 I needed a d&e I never got to hold her she is with me now in her beautiful earn 😭
- Ashley
I’ve always dreamed of being a wife and a mom. I got married at 34, and we started trying right away. After 10 long months, we finally found out we were pregnant last November. The beginning of my pregnancy was wonderful, I felt great, never got sick, and honestly, some days it didn’t even feel real.
At 25 weeks, we found out there was some fluid around our baby’s heart and lungs, and a few weeks later learned that our sweet boy had Down syndrome. It was a shock at first, but after time to process, we were so excited to raise a little boy who just so happened to have Down syndrome.
Everything continued to look good for a while, but at 32 weeks, he didn’t pass his tests, and they decided to admit me for monitoring. The next day, his heart rate dropped suddenly, and I was rushed in for an emergency C-section. Our precious Walker James was born on July 1, 2025, weighing 5 lb 6 oz.
He fought with everything he had, but his tiny lungs were too underdeveloped, and he went to be with Jesus 30 hours later, on July 2. We are completely heartbroken and miss our boy more than words could ever say.
At 25 weeks, we found out there was some fluid around our baby’s heart and lungs, and a few weeks later learned that our sweet boy had Down syndrome. It was a shock at first, but after time to process, we were so excited to raise a little boy who just so happened to have Down syndrome.
Everything continued to look good for a while, but at 32 weeks, he didn’t pass his tests, and they decided to admit me for monitoring. The next day, his heart rate dropped suddenly, and I was rushed in for an emergency C-section. Our precious Walker James was born on July 1, 2025, weighing 5 lb 6 oz.
He fought with everything he had, but his tiny lungs were too underdeveloped, and he went to be with Jesus 30 hours later, on July 2. We are completely heartbroken and miss our boy more than words could ever say.
- Jessica
In 2024 I found out we were pregnant. Which was a surprise cause we just had a little girl the following year. At this time we had 3 daughters. We found out in February we were pregnant and found out in October what we were having. I went in for a appointment and was told there was no heart beat. I found out on Halloween and was broke. I had to go in and give birth to this little one. At this point we still weren't aware of the gender. I gave birth November 5th to a baby boy. I was 21 weeks. He was measuring at 14 weeks. My little angel. My husband had two daughter before he and I had our 3. He wanted a son so bad. I finally was able to give him one. So after 5 girls he finally got his little man. We ended pregnant the beginning of this year and had another little girl. Our rainbow baby. Our little man is definitely watching over all of our girls.
- Megan