On March 23rd we buried our angel son and every day since is hard. We miss you and love you, Liam. I will always wish that you were still here. We will never get over you and promise to never keep you unspoken. We love you, drummer monkey.

How? Why? Two weeks?! But I never bled or cramped til that day! Heartbroken, we discussed my birthing options. On March 20th I was admitted into the hospital. At 11:00pm I was induced. 15 hours later, beautiful Liam was born at 2:43pm on March 21. I held my angel waiting on the cry that never happened...

I knew his anatomy very well and already noticed his heart wasn't pumping but was hoping it was just something messed up in the machine. She then asked if his movement had stopped and I explained how I was still waiting for even a flutter. A few silent minutes go by and she says "I'm sorry, your baby boy had died two weeks ago.."

At 24 weeks, I had sharp pains so I called my doctor informing her that I thought it was Braxton Hicks. Everything in my pregnancy was going healthy and perfect so nothing could be wrong, right? I get to the doctor and they scan my belly with the doppler..my heart beat fast as they were searching for his heartbeat. She told me that he probably had his back toward my stomach and everything was fine. So I went for an ultrasound...

After being married for 7 months to my wonderful husband, we had decided to try for a baby. But, as I went for a prenatal checkup, I was told I wouldn't concieve. Two weeks later, I was pregnant. I saw my baby and his little heartbeat for the first time when I was 7 weeks. I fell in love. Everything was perfect. He was developing normally. I was healthy, he was healthy. At 21 weeks, I found out we were having a boy.