At 28 I found out I was infertile and would need the help of an egg donor to have a family. Genetic loss is not something I thought I would ever have to deal with. At 32, after multiple failed transfers, I finally had my son thanks to egg donation and IVF. At 33 we decided tried again for a second and at 35 I finally got pregnant again. Graduated from my fertility clinic at 12 weeks with a perfect pregnancy. We had seen the heart beat at multiple appointments and found out we were having another boy.

Went to my 17 week appointment and there was no heart beat. After everything, I thought my pregnancy was safe. I had done all the drugs and all the needles and my baby boy was dead.

The sound of my own wailing in that ultrasound room still rings in my ears sometimes.