One in four women with a known pregnancy will experience a miscarriage in their lifetime. I never thought I would be that one.

It’s insane to think that so many women go through a miscarriage silent. This is something that no woman should ever have to go through alone.

May 23 is when our Babe left this world to watch over us from above. Going into urgent care and all the following appointments alone was by far one of the hardest things I’ve done to date. With COVID, Sheena wasn’t able to be with me, well not physically with me. She had her own struggles having to wait in the car to hear anything from me. How I wish she could have been with me through those hard checks and waits.

Once it was confirmed and we were told that yes, we were losing our baby, our baby that we have been wanting for years, our whole world began to unravel. The following five days were a whirlwind of emotions, appointments, pain (both physical and emotional), and so many tears.

My family was amazing for Sheena and I, and our friends, our chosen family, really came through for us.

Even now as we slowly start to share our story the amount of support and love from everyone is wonderful. So many other women who share their own stories of loss, of heartache, and of healing. It’s crazy how many women I’ve heard say “I’ve had one as well…”

The healing process will be long and hard, but I have faith that healing will happen. Starting with sharing our story and helping those who feel silent and alone. None of us are ever alone in our journey of loss. Our pregnancy matters, our loss is real, and our pain is real. We are not alone.