11/07/2026
1 in 4. 💜
On 27 July 2019, I became one of the 1 in 4.
I lost the tiny baby I was carrying.
For three short months, you were ours. We called you "Bean."
The hardest part? Almost no one knew you existed.
We're often told not to share our pregnancy before 12 weeks because miscarriage is "so common." While that advice is usually meant to protect us, it often means that when a miscarriage happens, we grieve in silence. We mourn a baby that so few people even knew existed. The excitement is kept quiet, and sometimes the heartbreak is too.
Bean, you were loved from the very beginning. You changed me forever, even though I never got to introduce you to the world.
But this is not the end of my story.
On 5 June 2020, I was blessed with my beautiful rainbow baby, Joah. 🌈
He doesn't replace the baby we lost, because no child ever could, but he is a daily reminder that hope can grow again after unimaginable heartbreak. My heart will always carry both loss and love. I will always wonder who Bean would have become, while being endlessly grateful for the joy Joah brings into my life.
Today, I'm sharing my story because miscarriage should never be something we have to suffer through in silence. Every baby, no matter how small or how briefly they were here, matters. Every parent's grief is valid.
If you've experienced pregnancy loss and feel comfortable sharing, I'd love to hear your story. Together, we can help break the silence, honour our babies, and remind one another that we are never alone.
💜 If sharing your story feels too difficult, simply leave a 💜, a 🌈, or your baby's name in the comments. Let's remember them together.
For Bean. Always. 🤍
