I'm a 40yo single mom and have 2 older children, 15 and 10 but nothing prepared me to the devastation of this miscarriage. I find out I was pregnant last month, by a man I've seen casually a few times. He didn't want it but I did and that was fine. It was not enough for him that I'm letting him off the hook. The existence of his having another child was threatening to him. He tried to make me terminate it. I have seen him as a caring man but this situation brought something out of his character. He text me one time and said that something is wrong with me mentally because I decided to continue with the pregnancy. I was not prepared for that even after seeing his recent behavior. I felt the upset in my body. There was blood and everything went downhill from there. I've already pictured this baby in my arms and looking forward to do it all over again. And the worst part is I may not have another chance. It seemed so terminal. My plans to have my tubes tied, I decided, to put on hold. In my mind, there may be this slim chance of meeting a man that would care for me and that chance that I may be blessed again with a healthy pregnancy. And yes I have dedicated a song. I've given her name and planted in her honor. I know she was a girl. I know she was the one that never had the chance when I terminated a pregnancy 20 years ago. God sent her to me this time to make the right choice. And I did.