There’s a certain kind of loss that sneaks in quietly. You see a faint second line, and let your heart hope. An then, the bleeding begins, and the baby is gone before the world even knew. It’s called a chemical pregnancy. It’s a sterile, clinical word for a very real, very painful experience. One that many women carry silently. I’ve been there. Twice. And I want to walk with you through what no one told me at the time: how to grieve, how to heal, and how to find hope again.

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What Is a Chemical Pregnancy?

Biologically, it’s an early loss, when fertilization happens, but the baby is lost before fully implanting in the uterus. Spiritually? It’s the creation of a life. A human being. Knit together in your womb by the Lord, even if only for a few days. And emotionally… it’s a rollercoaster. One moment you’re celebrating, the next you’re bleeding. It can leave you disoriented, heartbroken, and wondering if your grief is even allowed.

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Why Charting Matters

For many women, these losses go unnoticed, resembling a heavy late period. Often, no one realizes a baby ever existed. But through cycle charting, you can know the truth. You can learn your body’s signs, recognize early pregnancy, and distinguish between a long cycle and a real loss. Charting became a turning point for me, both in recognizing pregnancy and in honoring it. In my program Fertility Framework, I teach you how to recognize these signs and what to do with them. It would be my honor to walk alongside of you in your journey.

After my second loss, I just wanted to be pregnant again. But my third miscarriage broke me. That’s when I realized: I can’t keep doing this. I needed to stop. To heal. To seek answers. To grieve. To remember. I didn’t want more positive tests, I wanted peace, understanding, and a plan. (Listen to my story of struggle and surrender on this week’s podcast).

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A Verse To Encourage Your Heart

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How We Remember Our Heaven Babies

We eventually created a space in our home to remember the names and the dates of our babies in heaven. We placed them right across from the baby pictures of our kids here on earth. It’s a sacred space, a place of remembrance, of sorrow, and of hope. Someday, I’ll see them again. I believe that with all my heart.

Whether you carried that baby for a day or for months, you are a mother. And your baby mattered. I want to encourage you to take time to grieve. To journal. To name your baby. To honor them in your home or your heart. And when you’re ready, when your soul can breathe again, come begin the healing work.

You don’t have to do it alone.

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