Sitting in the room talking randomly bout this and that with partner reminiscing bout our days encounters, a sudden urge comes along with a guy wrenching pain taking breath away as you feel a sudden drop fall from uterus gushing out, crouching over in torment slowly forcing myself into bathrooms walls where all the pieces play out, bringing out uncontrollable sobs that feel trapped inside where forcing myself to take a breath was almost impossible, knowing the baby inside has dropped way before their time, leaving me crushed without any words to be said other than I'm sorry this is happening to you filled with the warmth of husband's arms comforting me throughout, wishing I could turn back the hands of time, instead I can't carry my spouses baby full term which causes me to wander what i did so wrong, so wrong that God won't allow us to enjoy this precious gift of life that would be loved beyond measure.