Today 4 years ago I lost my first born. I became really close to him. I was told at 16 weeks pregnant he wouldn't make…

Today 4 years ago I lost my first born. I became really close to him. I was told at 16 weeks pregnant he wouldn't make it and to terminate the pregnancy. I chose not to. I prayed and cried every night. He fought all the way to 32 weeks. My strong little soldier. On August 20th I went to the doctor and they found no heart beat. I passed out I woke up in the hospital being told I have to be induced or it could kill me. At this point I wanted to die. I was induced and by August 21 at 5:20am baby Dominic was in my arms. Crying uncontrollably I hugged and kissed him. Put a cute little onesie on him an told him I was going to meet him again soon. The nurses took him away. The next week his ashes were being delivered to my door. I didn't leave my house for almost a year I blamed god every single day. Then I realized I would be able to care for a baby at 15 years old I was still a baby myself. Everything happens for a reason and I am so grateful god blessed me with another baby boy an I cannot wait to meet him 💙👶🏽👣🍼💕💖💝