It has been a year now since i miscarried my child at 8 wks. 5 days. It was too early to know what the sex of the baby was but i named it a boys name. I have gotten over it a little better since it happened but when i get upset i start to think about everything that makes me upset and i think of that. It was horrifying. A poor baby just died. I think babies are a miracle and such a beautiful thing. I have a daughter who will be three in april and i couldn't imagine my life without her.