For Charlie
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Complete Sun, Aug 24, 2025<5 mins
On 8-5-25 my boyfriend and I found out we were pregnant. By 8-8-25, we were told we had lost the baby. Those days in between were filled with hope and heartbreak-different answers, waiting, not knowing, and desperately wishing for the best. For three long days we were left in the dark, told nothing, even though the other hospital should have explained the truth right away. Instead, we were left to wonder if everything was okay, while deep down knowing something wasn't. In the end, we finally found a good doctor who sat down with us and gave us the compassion and clarity we needed. It doesn't take away the pain, but it reminds me how important it is to be seen, to be heard, and to not be left alone in the dark with grief.
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