Love and Loss
My daughter, Luna May, was taken from me when I was 16 weeks pregnant in October 2023. A distracted driver crossed the center line and hit me nearly head-on. I suffered a placental abruption from the impact, and my baby girl slowly died inside me. I was induced and had to give birth to her stillborn.
I struggle with infertility, so she was our little miracle—everything I had ever wanted. The room that was supposed to be her nursery sat renovated and empty. Her clothes and toys were too painful to see each day, but my husband and I wanted something we could see—something we could connect with every day that was truly her.
A week and a half after I delivered her, I came in on crutches due to a broken leg from the accident. Emi tattooed Luna’s name and footprints on both my husband and me. Now she is always with us. It’s a way we can look at her, talk to her, and carry her with us—wherever we are.