I had one living daughter and was pregnant with my second baby. There’s an unspoken rule that you should wait until the first semester is over before taking your announcement public. I thought that was a horrible idea. The blessing of a child from God should be celebrated and shared. After my doctor’s appointment that morning, I began telling family and friends. Who would have guessed I would be spending that same evening, New Year’s Eve, in the hospital, by myself, having a miscarriage. I had never felt so let down or so helpless at the same time. I was 6-8 weeks into my pregnancy, but it was my child, my baby, who I had lost. It was a baby that I wanted so badly, and yet the miscarriage was beyond my control. The pain and loss was so heartbreaking and I remember thinking no one should ever have to feel this way.