Four weeks ago today, I got the phone call. “I would expect your numbers to be much higher than this… It appears that you’ve had a miscarriage.”
Even if there had been no phone call that Saturday, I would know by the end of that day that our longed-for second child, whom I had quickly grown to love, was gone. My body made that conclusion crystal clear. Although Nate and I lost our baby early in my pregnancy, the news was disorienting and heart-shattering.
In that first week, though, we made a decision to name our sweet baby: