Our Littlest Angel

When my husband and I started our family four years ago, I would have never expected the joys, triumphs and of course the heartache we would go through. But that's the thing about life. It's not always so clearly outlined. Sometimes it's messy, hard, and not pretty.

Almost 4 years ago, I was blessed with a beautiful baby boy. Perfect in every way. Rewind to some months ago.We got wonderful news that we were expecting again. I wasn't worried at all. My first pregnancy was pretty normal, even with my chronic illness. We were thrilled .

We went to see our baby on a Thursday. His heartbeat was strong everything was normal. But by Saturday I was in the E.R. being told that there was no heartbeat. By Monday I was being seen to see if everything had "passed". It was a horrible whirlwind that I was unable to comprehend.

I was 8 weeks.

I sat and cried in the office. Trying not to lose my composure. Our baby was there a few short days ago going strong. Then just disappeared.

There is not a day that goes by that I don't think of Gabriel. Some days are harder than others. But it brings me comfort to know that so many women go through this heartbreaking loss. I'm not alone in my grief. And I've learned to celebrate my little angel's spirit.

On what would of been my due date and the birth of our second son, our little family had a little celebration. I know his spirit will always be with us, and that we will continue to honor our littlest angel.