The Story of Miles

Miles Wayne Anderson is our first child, and our only son. We were joyfully expecting his arrival around September 10, 2018. We were blessed with baby showers by our families, friends and coworkers. During the month of July we spent countless hours preparing his nursery. Washing his little newborn onesies, assembling nursery furniture, and just sitting in his room dreaming up everything we’d experience with our first child. We were anxious first-time parents, as most are. We took all the preparatory classes, read the books, and were waiting to see how his birth would unfold. We had a very healthy, uneventful pregnancy the first 36 weeks—until everything changed.

On August 4 th of 2018, my husband, Craig, and I sat on the couch watching Miles kick his little feet against my stomach. Little did we know, that was the last time I would ever feel Miles move.

I woke up in the early hours of August 5th with awful cramping and was concerned I was going into labor. The pain progressed, so we ended up going into Labor and Delivery triage for an assessment. Once we were settled in our room, I described my symptoms, and they took blood work for labs. The nurse had concern in her eyes as she moved the doppler all over my pregnant belly but masked it with a smile. She asked one more time, “Do you know where your little guy …