My Story:

I love being pregnant, and I love being a mom! I shouldn’t have to give this disclaimer, but I feel like I do. We were pregnant with our second, and I went in for a routine check up. Even brought my pajama clad toddler with me, chatting it up with the nurses. All of a sudden she went silent, haphazardly excused herself, and came back with the doctor. No fetal heartbeat and what looked like a large fluid sac in almost the entirety of his brain area. They explained my options. I was devastated. They explained the sooner we could remove the better, as every passing day increases my risk, but we also legally had to wait for a set amount of time. Even though my pregnancy was over, laws still somehow governed my uterus. When it came time for the appointment, the provider had to read me a pre-written script informing me I was “ending a life”. It felt like mine was ripped out of me.