This project is in honor of my 3 angels.
In July of 2012, I found out that my son, my first pregnancy, no longer had a heartbeat at 13 weeks. I named him Jack Michael.
In October of 2014, I began bleeding and miscarried at 6 weeks. I never learned the gender, but had a dream that it was a girl and I had called her Bella. Even as I write this, knowing the anniversary is coming up, brings me to tears.
In June of 2015, my water broke at 18 weeks and I gave birth to my beautiful Lucy Kay.
Each loss was difficult in its own way….but going through labor and giving birth, with the knowledge that my daughter would not survive, has broken me. How do you continue a life after this? I know it’s a "new normal", but there is nothing normal about this.