No one quite prepares you to get the news that something that was so viable and real growing inside of your body is no longer going to be your reality. It certainly wasn’t something that crossed my mind that is for sure. I was a mum already. At the time of our first experience of baby loss, I was a step mum to ten year old, strapping, young lad and a two year old boy who kept me on my toes. The plan was always to add to our family. I wanted at least one more little one to join our tribe, and the ideal scenario for me was to have the children close in age. In my mind, I was going to handle the different stages of parenthood close together. Of course, the plan didn’t go my way.