Where it all began..

My boyfriend, Trent, of 5 ½ years and I got our 1st apartment in March 2010. After a year of being there we decided we wanted start a family soon. I was currently on the birth control patch and had been for 8 years so we knew it might not happen as soon as I stopped using it. To our surprise, 5 months later I fell pregnant and we couldn't have been happier. We had already moved out of our apartment in August of 2011 to move in with his parents so we could save up possibly for a house, but since we didn't think I'd get pregnant so quick we had to put that on hold. I was so excited though, that I had already started picking out names. I even made my registry 2 months in. Then the inevitable happened, just 3 days prior to my 15 wk appt I woke up with a sharp pain in my side. I went to the bathroom and my water broke! I had a friend drive me to the ER & pick up Trent at work on the way. After spending the longest 6 ½ hours of my life there we had found out our baby still had a heartbeat, but my water was very low so I got transferred to the hospital. As I laid there getting pumped with fluids through an IV all I could do was cry, hold my tummy, and tell my baby that if it couldn't hold on then it was ok for it to go. The next morning with the ultrasound it showed our baby had passed. My Dr. had decided that with me being as far along as I was then it was best to get induced. (to be continued, it's hard to write this...)