Pregnancy after our miscarriage was full of so many mixed emotions. Being pregnant for the second time was a completely…

So as my OB sat at the edge of my bed once again, he asked had we made a decision. My husband stood next to my bed with a tear stained face and told me he trusted my decision and no matter what, we would get through this together. With tears in my eyes I asked my OB to save my son. I said, “I don’t care what happens to me, just save my son.”

Throughout my twenties as many of my friends had those “oops” moments and I didn’t, I thought to myself “dang, we don’t have those problems, y’all man need to learn how to pull out!” I’m a lot of things, but dumb isn’t one. Infertility issues were something so foreign to me, I swear the thought never crossed my mind.