In December of 2025, my husband and I went into our 20 week anatomy scan fully expecting to go home with some new photos of our precious baby boy to share with family.

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We had no idea we'd be leaving with grief, instead.

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I learned my third baby had been without a heartbeat for around two weeks, at their best estimate. I was sent to the hospital for an induction. Over the next 24 hours, I would undergo several rounds of Cytotec, an epidural, and the delivery of my stillborn son--all the while cycling between sobbing with my husband over our loss, and making the phone calls necessary for childcare during our hospital stay and arrangements with a funeral home for when we departed.

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The experience was crushing.

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I learned, however, how difficult the process of pregnancy loss really is. It's not just "the end" and the associated heartache of loss--it's also finding childcare, packing bags if you have to stay at the hospital, finding resources for giving your baby a dignified burial, phone calls with insurance and doctors.

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It is traumatic.

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Without Mollie from Morgan's Place, I'm not sure what we would have done. She messaged with me, made a late night, last minute visit to the hospital, arrived early the next morning to transport the baby to the funeral home, made arrangements for his cremation, and brought us gifts, resources, and things to help us remember and honor our son.

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Everyone at the hospital was so kind and thoughtful in treating me, but there is so much emotional pain that goes unaddressed. It was the generosity of a stranger that made all the difference for me.