My family and I went through the hardest thing a parent can go through. It's a moment in time where literally everything froze and then broke into thousands of pieces. Pieces of a direction that we wanted to travel, of a memory we wanted to embrace, and of a life that was taken before it was given. February 25, 2018 will forever be our baby girl, Grace Anne's day. I was 28 weeks and 6 days pregnant with our second little girl. Everything was going according to plan with our pregnancy. Two weeks prior we had heard a strong happy heart beat, I was sluggish and starting to swell but felt fine, and Grace was giving me little kicks here and there. We had been renovating the bedroom that would be Grace's and our daughter Madelynn was super excited to be getting a baby sister to play with, feed, and teach things too. Our little family was growing by one more set of little feet and we were all anticipating her arrival, in May. Little did we know our world was going to change so quickly and devastatingly. February 25th we went to the hospital because I felt something was just not right. The first nurse came in with the fetal Doppler machine. She was talking with us about how I was feeling, so I didn't even noticed she was having trouble finding the heartbeat. She excused herself and went to get the sonogram machine and the doctor.  The doctor started to poke around looking for the heartbeat. She had a small tight expression on her face, like she didn't believe the picture. This is when time stopped ticking, voices became jumbled, faces a blur, and my whole world came down around me. I can vividly see the sonogram in my head, even though I never saw it. I can vividly see my husbands broken heart and face of disbelieve. I can vividly see every persons saddened face. Then she spoke the words, "I can't find a heartbeat, I'm sorry, your baby is no longer with us."