October 25th 2008
I walked into my doctor's appointment thinking everything was alright. To the suprise of me and the doctors a heartbeat could not be heard. An emergency ultrasound revealed my fears. My baby had died about two weeks prior. Sitting in my stomache was a dead fetus. I trip to the emergency and a paniced phone call to the father and a few hours later I was high sedated and sitting in a hospital room. By the next day I was waking up, still highly medicated in PCCA (A physciatric ward for children and teens). As the medication wore off the pain was too much. My baby died.

Present
Its still hard to handle it. But i've grown a lot. I've got a new life, a new boyfriend. Life is back on track and I'm even painting and drawing again.