My grief journey began on Friday, September 21, 2018. It was a normal rushed morning as I jetted off for my 28 week OB appointment. Unlike all of my other baby appointments, I went to this one alone.
Little did either my husband or I know the turn of events that would flip our world upside down. How the loss of a baby, our baby, can shatter hopes, dreams and at times our sanity.
This journey is never one I wanted to be on. This roller coaster of emotions is hard to maneuver.
The questions that follow are never ending and the realization that your worst nightmare is now your reality is hollowing.
Nobody can take this pain away. Nobody can say the right things.
This is grief. And this is my story.
My story of finding out my son’s heart stopped beating. Delivering a perfect, healthy baby boy and saying goodbye.
This is my story of a mother’s nightmare.
This is my hope for people to know of a baby boy that was too perfect for this world.
If you’re reading this, you may have a similar journey. Or maybe, your journey began differently but we have a bond through our shared grief. A grief of lost dreams and what could have beens.
This is for you to know you’re not alone.
I’m so sorry we’re meeting under these circumstances but I would like to introduce myself, and my story.
I’m Scotty’s Mommy.