Aid Jen's Recovery and Memorial for Marla and Parlour

Hi there,

My name is Jen, as many of you know. If you're reading this, you might not know my whole story though. This year, I became pregnant with twins! If you know me, being a momma was going to be my time to shine, something I've wanted since I could remember.

Unfortunately, life had different plans.

Without sharing my entire wild experience, I'll let you know the real heartbreaks of this journey. I carried my babies for 18 weeks, while unfortunately, for a few of those weeks, their heartbeats had stopped and so had their growth. This caused a miscarriage, but an incomplete one as they weren't ready to leave my uterus. My family begged me to make this post; however, I'd like to spare some of the details to avoid oversharing some very personal details and also not to traumatize anyone else with how this process started and ended.

My babies were well taken care of and extremely loved, not only by their parents but our friends and family as well. It has caused a huge rift in our lives and deeply saddened us.

I had to go into early labor to give birth to them under anesthesia. The bond I made with them during an extremely hard pregnancy will stay with me, always.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't crying making this last post with them by my side before they are taken for genetic and chromosome testing. They will be returned to me within a month, and at that time, we will be having a burial and memorial service. We believe it's the right thing to do for closure.

All being said, unfortunately, I was also left with some medical issues of my own, including blood clots and infections.

At this time, we're asking for assistance with the incredibly high medical bills and the memorial service for Marla and Parlour. Anything would help, even $1 or a share on your page.

Most importantly, we will be seeking some much-needed therapy as well. We are devastated and think weekly sessions are appropriate as I'm not too shy to admit I was also diagnosed with postpartum depression. We need time to heal and talk and grieve. Alas, we live in America, and all of the above is offered at a wildly overpriced amount. Thank you in advance for being there for our family.

December 13th, 2024, forever in my heart. ♥️

Much love to you, friends.