February 21st was the best day of my life. After a year of trying to get pregnant via a donor, I finally got that positive test! Everything went great and I was waiting for my first scan on the 15th April. However, my life was turned upside down on the 9th April.
I lost my very much planned for, wanted and loved baby at 11 weeks and 3 days gestation. It's a heartbreak and pain like I have never felt before. Truly the most awful thing I have ever experienced.
Its only been just over 3 weeks since it happened and I'm trying to stay strong, but its a struggle everyday.
I felt that I wanted to name my baby, as to me he or she was a person and every person deserves a name. So I called my baby Star, I know my Star is out there shining brightly and watching over me.
Miscarriage and baby loss is something that cannot be explained to someone who has never been through it, but together we can break the silence.
All our beautiful babies deserve to be spoken about.
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