My Baby in Heaven
Worst day of my life was June 28th, 2015. The day I lost my sweet baby. I was only 6 weeks pregnant, many want to say I wasn't even pregnant, it didn't even count, there wasn't a baby that soon, that it's life was not precious. I despise those notions and grieve for the innumerable amount of Moms out there who have heard those cold, calloused lies. It was June 21, Father's Day, when I decided to take a pregnancy test as I was a week late and just felt like I was probably pregnant. We were shocked to see two lines! We were planning to add to our family but not at that point, and honestly with Jameson going through his teething stage and nursing every 2-3 hours day and night, I just assumed there was no way it would happen. But we were happy! We were actually so incredibly overjoyed! God's plan is bigger then ours and if he wanted our babies to be 16 months apart then so be it. We were trusting Him 100%. During that week of joy, we shared with a few people and m...