When the Ultrasound Is Silent: Our Shared Grief, Our Shared Strength
When the Ultrasound Is Silent: Our Shared Grief, Our Shared Strength
💔 Pregnancy loss is a silent sorrow, often hidden behind brave smiles and whispered “what ifs.” In this post, Jayme and Shalistar share their deeply personal journeys with pregnancy loss—to remind others they are not alone. Together, we hold space for healing, honoring, and hope.
Sometimes, this is the only photo we ever get. It doesn’t look like much to the world—but to us, it’s everything. This ultrasound image captured the tiny lives that were growing, the ones we already loved with every beat of our hearts.
For Shalistar, it was a life-threatening situation—filled with despair and isolation. The world seemed to come to a standstill, as she faced one of the hardest moments of her life. She hemorrhaged at the hospital, alone while trying to navigate the pain in a world that felt so quiet.
Jayme’s twins lived long enough to show that flicker of hope, only to be silenced at the 12-week scan when the ultrasound tech announced she couldn't find any heartbeats. The emptiness that followed is hard to put into words. The “what ifs” never fully go away, and some days, it feels like the grief is a constant companion.
Both stories are heavy, sacred, and more common than many realize.
💬 A Shared Story of Loss
We’ve both learned that grief doesn’t follow rules, and it certainly doesn’t come with a clear ending.
Jayme writes:
“That double rainbow pregnancy—my twins—was one of the happiest moments I’d ever felt, followed by the deepest void I’ve ever known. That 8-week ultrasound is the only tangible proof that they existed. It's the only picture I'll have of them, and the only thing I'll ever be able to hold.”
Shalistar shares:
“Infertility doesn’t just affect your body; it impacts your heart, your relationships, and even how you see the world. But what helped me the most was people who just showed up—who listened, who didn’t rush me. Who said, your pain is valid, and I'm here with you.’”
🧶 Holding On to Memory
This memory box is one of the few physical ways we can honor our babies—because sometimes there’s no grave, no birth certificate, no place to mourn publicly. But we hold on. Through knitted angel wings. Through ultrasound printouts. Through tiny bows and big love.
Remembering Baby Bumpy 💫
🎥 Reflecting on the What ifs...
This short video was created to reflect on the what-if moments of all of the babies gone too soon and the parents who carry them forever in their hearts.
What if we had heard a heartbeat one more time?
What if we’d gotten to hold them, name them, know them?
What if everything had gone just a little differently?
The what ifs linger quietly in the background of our days. They show up in unexpected moments—during lullabies we’ll never sing, birthdays we’ll never plan, and milestones that only live in our imagination.
They are painful, yes, but also sacred. Because what if is just another way of saying I loved you so much, I still dream of you.
Let this video be a space to remember those dreams, and the babies who will always be part of our story.
🌈 Honoring the Invisible Babies
Pregnancy loss isn’t just a moment—it’s a before and after. One that changes how we breathe, how we love, how we move forward. But the gift we can give each other is presence. Let’s take the time to reach out, to sit beside, to listen, to cry, and to remember.
Because our babies mattered. And so do the mothers and fathers who carry their memory every day.
🤝 You’re Not Alone: Support Resources
If you're experiencing pregnancy loss or walking alongside someone who is, here are some trusted, compassionate resources:
Share Pregnancy & Infant Loss Support – Grief support groups, events, and healing tools
Return to Zero: Hope – Support for life after pregnancy and infant loss
MIS – Miscarriage Information Support – Practical and emotional resources
RESOLVE: The National Infertility Association – Community and advocacy for those dealing with fertility and loss
Tommy’s – Evidence-based care and advice after loss
