"I was 33 weeks pregnant, that morning . . . my doctor came in with an ultrasound machine. And there, there was my everything, my baby, my hopes, my dreams, my world, gone, lifeless. He showed me how there was no blood flow and that my baby passed away, and how terribly sorry he was. Giving birth is hard enough, in normal circumstances, but knowing you have to deliver your child that has already passed away was absolutely the most terrifying thing I ever have or ever will do in my life. Being pregnant again after loss is probably the second scariest thing on this planet. Everyday was a constant worry that it was all going to be ripped from us again. It was such a surreal experience having my baby placed in my arms, hearing her cry, and seeing her eyes open. Having a rainbow does not mean the baby that is gone is being replaced because I feel Floras presence with us all the time.”
