August 29th will mark one year since Butch and I lost what would have been our second child to a miscarriage at 8 weeks. That was one of the hardest things we have ever went through as husband/wife and parents. We were scheduled to have our first ultrasound to hear the heartbeat on August 30th. Instead, we had the ultrasound and saw nothing. Our hearts were in a million pieces. We already had such high hopes and dreams about what it was going to be like having another baby in the family. We had begun to prepare Rylan for being a big brother and telling him about the baby in Mommy's tummy. Of course, he wasn't understanding all of it yet (which was for the best). God only knows whether it would have been a boy or girl. My only comfort is in knowing that he/she is surrounded by a Heavenly host of angels and the one true living God. God had a reason and plan for us - we don't always understand at the time, but He knows best.
Baby, you will forever be in our hearts!