We tried for almost 7 years to get pregnant. Between Newfoundland and Alberta healthcare, there were no answers to why we weren’t able to. Then, when we were almost at the mindset of “maybe we aren’t meant to have kids” and nearly ready to move on, we got pregnant. That pregnancy was a whole new level of worry on its own, but it turned into a beautiful pregnancy – until it didn’t, and the Alberta healthcare system failed me. We lost our perfectly healthy son, Weston, 12 hours after birth. Fast forward to a year later, we fell pregnant again, in the middle of our grief for our son, with his little sister who we lost in a miscarriage at 11 weeks. So here we are, nine years later, two pregnancies, two babies, both lost. Infertility is definitely a different level of lonely, of isolation and of anxiety. God bless to every family that’s on this journey.