Jenn Todryk Gets Candid about Miscarriage: Pays Tribute to the Baby she never met in an emotional blog post.

Jenn Todryk and her husband, Mike Todryk, epitomize the notion of a power couple, their love story as enchanting as the homes they transform on HGTV’s “No Demo Reno.” With over a decade of marriage under their belt, they’ve woven a tapestry of love, laughter, and shared dreams.

Mike, a familiar face to viewers of the show, first crossed paths with Jenn on a fateful August day in 2010. Exactly a year later, they exchanged vows in a sun-soaked Mexican celebration that mirrored their vibrant personalities.

Jenn fondly recalls the festivities on her Rambling Redhead blog, where she reminisces about the spontaneous joy of their destination wedding, complete with margaritas, banana alcoholic smoothies (dubbed “dirty monkeys”), and the charm of average all-inclusive Mexican cuisine. For them, it was more than just a union; it was a testament to their adventurous spirits and unwavering commitment to each other.

What does Mike Todryk Do?

In the realm of work, Mike’s journey has been equally dynamic. Formerly entrenched in the realm of medical sales, he and Jenn ventured into entrepreneurship with the acquisition of a cozy coffee shop nestled in Allen, Texas, in March 2019.

The rebranding and renovation of the establishment into Armor Coffee Co. marked not just a business venture but a shared passion for community engagement and creative expression.

Despite the unforeseen challenges posed by the pandemic, they weathered the storm with resilience and a newfound sense of purpose, reaffirming their dedication to serving their community with love and care.

Kids:

Jenn and Mike, who share a twelve-year age gap, proudly navigate the whirlwind of parenthood alongside their three children: Von, Berkley, and Vivienne. Despite the bustling blend of parenting, business management, and the demands of filming “No Demo Reno,” their bond remains unshakable.

In her candid reflections on her website, Jenn embraces the lively chaos of family life with humor and grace. “My kids are loud but also hilarious, so I’m fine with the constant chaos,” she shares, embracing the delightful pandemonium that comes with raising a trio of vibrant personalities.

Gratitude permeates Jenn’s sentiments as she acknowledges Mike’s unwavering support throughout her journey with HGTV. In a heartfelt Instagram tribute from February 2023, she effuses over her husband’s dedication to fatherhood.

“Mike is honestly the best girl dad,” Jenn declares, recounting his nightly ritual of asking their daughters, “How did God make you?” and eliciting the cherished response, “From my head to my toes and everything in between, God made me exactly as I’m supposed to be.”

In Mike, Jenn finds not just a partner, but a steadfast companion whose love and devotion enrich every facet of their family life.

Jenn Todryk Pays Tribute to her first Child that she never met

As a mother of three, Jenn Todryk’s journey has been marked by both joy and profound sorrow. In a courageous and deeply emotional podcast revelation, she disclosed the heart-wrenching tragedy that she and her husband Mike endured—the loss of their first child in 2012.

It was March 8, 2012 when I found out that you existed. I will always remember that morning, a woman never forgets the very first time she finds out that she is pregnant. It’s a surge of energy that can never be duplicated. It’s the first time. The feelings and thoughts are indescribable.

You were planned. You were wanted. You were wanted before you were even alive. I remember crying to your Daddy after three months had passed without getting pregnant. I wondered if something was wrong with me. Little did I know, miracles take time.

My heart wanted you more than anything.

You were only part of me for a little less than three months, but that didn’t matter. It only took five minutes for me to fall in love with you. (I needed five minutes for the news to sink in!) From then on you were my baby. You had a perfect face that I worked so hard to envision, you had an identity, a personality, a purpose. You were mine.

In just two to three short weeks, your Daddy and I were hopefully going to find out if you were a boy or girl. We had our top names picked, but had not yet come to a final decision. I wanted to get to know you better before choosing. I wanted time to stew on it, feel your kicks, your energy, hoping that I would just know what your name should be.

Every day was consumed with thoughts of you. I couldn’t focus at work and I couldn’t sleep because I was so excited. I wanted everyone to know of your existence. I told family members, co-workers, and I loved telling random strangers in store check-out lines that I was expecting. I was a mom and I just wanted everyone to know.

I’ll never forget the night it happened. How it happened. How I tried the best I could to keep my emotions in, due to the fact that I was in a public setting when I realized that you were gone.

I’ll never forget the female doctor in the emergency room who told me that I would be okay because I was so young, as if my age made it less significant. She was so cold. The room was cold. I felt alone even with your Daddy holding my hand beside me the entire time. I felt so empty.

I didn’t want to be empty.

You were supposed to be okay. You were my first baby. You were supposed to be in all of our family photos adorning the walls of our house. You were supposed to have a name. People were supposed to love you.

I know God gets to have you now. In reality, you were never really mine, but always his. I do believe everything happens for a reason. It’s all part of God’s bigger plan. Losing you was the hardest thing I’ve ever endured. You taught me what real, raw, true emotion felt like. For the first time, I was truly sad.

Your brother, Von, would not be here if you had been born, so in a way, you gave him life.

Everything happens for a reason.

I love you. I always have and I always will. I think about you more than I probably should, but I am just curious by nature. I am excited to have something extra special to look forward to. For when I die and go to heaven, not only will I meet my Creator but I will get to meet you as well. I know you will be as beautiful as I have made you out to be in my thoughts and dreams.

So here’s to you my sweet angel,

My child I never met.

Jenn Todryk Advice for those who have felt the similar loss

To those who have walked the path of loss, Jenn Todryk extends her deepest empathy. She knows intimately the journey through miscarriage, the ache it leaves in the soul, never truly fading. But she wants you to know, you’re not traversing this road alone. Each person carries a story, often veiled in shadows, leading them through caverns of grief.

Jenn encourages you to search for the glimmers of hope within your own narrative, however dim they may appear. In her own encounter with miscarriage, she faced a profound sorrow, far surpassing the trivial heartaches of youth she once deemed as true suffering. Yet, from this crucible emerged a newfound maturity, a resilience that resisted the urge to assign blame or unleash fury upon the world.

Supported by the unwavering love of family and the solace found in prayer, Jenn found the strength to rise from the abyss of despair. Through this trial, she gained a deeper understanding of motherhood, a perspective enriched by the crucible of sorrow. She hopes to impart this wisdom to her children, guiding them with the tenderness born of her own struggles.

For every tear shed, every moment of anguish endured, Jenn clings to the belief that all unfolds according to a greater design. Every twist and turn of fate, no matter how agonizing, serves a purpose in the grand tapestry of existence.

In the end, she believes it was all part of the intricate weave of destiny, shaping her into who she was meant to become.