On October 21, 2025, at 17 weeks pregnant, I heard the words that shattered my world:
“I’m so sorry, there’s no heartbeat.”
Just three weeks earlier, we had seen her moving on the sonogram. She was there..wiggling, alive, growing. Everything felt normal. Safe. Full of hope. We were so happy for her, and we truly believed the hardest part was behind us. Losing her was completely unexpected, and the shock of that moment is something I will carry with me forever.
Her name is Daisy Mae.
She was my last baby.
From the moment we knew about her, she was deeply wanted and deeply loved. We imagined her place in our family, the way she would be held, the way her life would fit so perfectly into ours. In such a short time, she changed us. And even though we didn’t get to meet her the way we had hoped, she will always be my daughter.
In the middle of the deepest heartbreak of my life, I experienced a level of kindness I will never forget. My midwives and nurses treated me and Daisy Mae with such gentleness, dignity, and compassion. They spoke softly, moved carefully, and gave me space to grieve while never making me feel alone. When everything felt overwhelming and unreal, their kindness mattered more than words can express. It is what pushes me to be there for others who’ve experienced this now.. the club no one ever wants to be apart of.
Losing Daisy Mae taught me how fragile life truly is, and how quickly joy can turn into grief. But it also reminded me how powerful love is..how it exists even when the outcome is not what we prayed for. She may not be here in my arms, but she will always live in my heart and in our family’s story.
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