My first, second and third miscarriages were disappointing and depressing, but I held it together. My fourth broke me. We planned for that baby. Her name was Grace and though I never met her, I loved her. And I remember our ultrasound appointment where they had me waiting for 30 minutes with my heart in my hands for a phone call from my doctor. There was no heartbeat and they would have to do a procedure to get her out. They had to take my baby, or that is how I saw it.
