Miscarriage is crushing. Recurrent pregnancy loss is devastating. We are at three miscarriages…and counting. Every pregnancy is expected to fail for us. Hope is slipping away, yet a sliver of it forever hangs on. This is the story of our first loss. It is written as a memoir-style manuscript, and I hope you enjoy it as such. Many ask if writing this is a cathartic activity for me, a way for me to find peace with our loss. I always answer the same: No. I love talking about Sophia. I love sharing her with others. Through all the pain of losing her, this is the joy she has given me. Through her short time with me, and with us in her brief life, she has provided this gift no one on this Earth ever could. Through sharing Sophia with others, I get to know more about the struggles other people face. As is human nature, the camaraderie of others who can be truly empathic is comforting, and brings a sense of community, belongingness. For those who don’t belong to this club (mercifully), I encourage you to become curious about the topic of baby loss, infertility, and the painful world it creates. You are just as important in this journey filling the roles as family members and friends. Those who live this hell need to talk about it, but don’t always have a place to do so. Those who don’t live this hell don’t know how to talk about it, but want to. My hope is this project will facilitate this conversation for at least a few out there.