I’ve been going back and forth in my mind whether or not to ever share this on here. Something so personal and close to our hearts feels almost like it should be kept guarded. Yet I know, in my healing journey thus far, that hearing and reading other shared similar stories has been one of the only things to bring some sense of calm to me. So if you’ve gone through this, or something similar - know truly, you are not alone. On April 30th, 2022, we lost our son - Levi John Garcia. He was due Nov 28th 2022, but for some reason, that we’ll never truly understand, his time with us was short. We carried Levi for just shy of 10 weeks. He was our child, part of the family - so loved, prayed over, spoken about, day dreamed of and was already very much a part of our everyday lives. We saw him at our first scan- fully healthy, moving around, heart beating strong, and left on cloud nine. We watched him cause my ever so quickly growing belly and longed for the day we’d have our son with us (and to see Mo be his big sister)! Due to some complications, we went for another scan a couple weeks later and were met with silence on the ultrasound. We ended up losing him at home a few days later, and had a burial for him with our close family (including my mum who flew in to be with us because she’s a gift to me). Nothing prepares you for losing a baby. No matter how early or late. There’s so much confusion, isolation and pain when miscarrying. A thousand questions enter into your mind and there’s not one concrete answer for any of them. My heart truly aches every single day not carrying him anymore, and I know the road to healing is long. But in amongst it all, we know who our hope is in, and what lies ahead after this life. Even though it doesn’t answer our questions - it gives us peace to know who he is with and that we WILL see him again one day, in complete fullness. Heaven really feels a little closer 🤍