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Tiffany

In August of 2014, we found out that we were expecting our second child and we were excited to expand our family. We later found out that the baby we were expecting was a girl. We knew that if we ever had a daughter, her name would be Chloe. Everything changed on December 12, 2014. I was exactly 22 weeks pregnant when my water broke. I was told the worst case scenario would be that our daughter, Chloe, would not make it. I told the doctor that it was in God’s hands. I felt strongly that she would be ok. I knew that the God I served would not put more on me than I could bear. I was sent to antepartum to await my due date. The next day my world changed forever when Chloe was born too prematurely to survive. I was so ashamed and didn’t want to share my story with anyone. I couldn’t believe that God could take away my little girl. I thank God he gave me a rainbow baby, Kylie 2 and Jordan 6 years old.

Stephanie

After almost 2 years of marriage my husband and I decided we were ready to have a baby. I got pregnant right away and we were so happy to be starting a family. All my happiness turned to sadness when I miscarried at 7 ½ weeks. I was devastated, why was this happening to me? I felt like a failure, especially since my husband had children already from a previous relationship. I prayed and asked God to give me strength and accepted the fact it would happen in his timing. Two months later I signed up for a paid
scientific study, they were looking for women trying to conceive in order to develop a new digital pregnancy test. The first step in the process is to confirm that you are not pregnant. I remember waiting in the room for the nurse and wondering what was taking so long. She returned smiling and said “Congratulations, your already pregnant, I tested it twice”. I was speechless and knew that was nothing but God. I thank God, for blessing me with two sons, Austin 7 and Aiden 3.

Yori

We decided we were both ready to have a baby a little over a year of marriage. Getting pregnant was the easy part. What followed seemed to be the hardest journey of my life. I miscarried my first baby at 8 weeks of life. We had already chosen a name, Dorian Scott. His loss was devastating, the pain I felt almost sent me into a state of depression. I was afraid to try again and begged the Lord for strength. My lowest point was on a cold night I cried out to God, for help. I know it was Jesus that gave me the strength to try again. I am so blessed to be the mother of 2 sons. Bryson 5 and Cohen 2.

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