Our story begins in 2021, when we decided to expand our family and try to conceive.

After countless tears and moments of heartache, that long-awaited positive pregnancy test finally came—and with it, a storm we never expected.

We endured two miscarriages at six weeks, two chemical pregnancies, and then the unimaginable loss of our daughter Chloe at 40 weeks.

Chloe’s pregnancy was a fragile dance between joy and fear. We had already known loss—four babies we never got to meet—so fear was always just beneath the surface. Yet, week by week, appointment by appointment, we celebrated each day Chloe and I shared together in the womb. Entering the third trimester, innocence born from ignorance—and the invisibility of gestational grief—clouded my fears. I floated on a vast, dizzying cloud of happiness, counting down the days until we could finally hold our precious Chloe in our arms.

Then, everything changed. At 37 weeks, I fell seriously ill with uncontrollable vomiting. The doctors, showing blatant negligence, refused to induce labor, insisting that Chloe’s distress was caused by my illness and diagnosing me with gastroenteritis.

Two weeks later, in the quiet hours of my due date, I felt it—Chloe had stopped moving. She had always been so lively in the womb, my little whirlwind, and now her stillness filled us with dread. We raced to the hospital, hearts pounding.

There, they told us the unbearable truth: Chloe’s heart had stopped. Our world shattered in an instant. How could this happen? She was supposed to be born that day—or in the days following. We had reached 40 weeks. Why us? I knew no one who had endured such a loss, and all I could think was that I wanted to be with her. Chloe was born peacefully asleep on December 6, 2023, at 5:55 a.m.

Months later, we learned that she had suffered an intra-amniotic infection, which caused pneumonia. Not a day passes without thinking of her, with a love so vast it defies words.

Then, in October 2024, hope returned. I became pregnant with Alma, our rainbow baby. She came into this world on July 3, 2025, at 7:36 p.m., filling our lives with light and color, a living reminder that even after profound loss, love finds a way to bloom again.

Find out more about Project Finding Your Rainbow.

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Sarah Cox

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