It’s funny how people never understand something until they experience it themselves. That’s how I feel with my miscarriage.

My husband and I unexpectedly got pregnant in October. We weren’t trying but were ecstatic that we were having a baby!

We told close friends and family at Thanksgiving and everyone was so excited. I was nervous, anxious really, that something wasn’t right. It ate me alive. Every time I went to the bathroom, I would check for blood.

Dec 20, we went in for an ultrasound. We had gotten news a week before that “things don’t look as if they are progressing”. I felt like I was underwater, couldn’t breathe so to say. The ultrasound confirmed, the baby hadn’t progressed past 10 weeks.

I felt guilty, as if I were the cause of my baby not making it. It tore me up inside. Until one day, when my doctor held my hands, and said “Your baby was too beautiful for earth, so he is now in Heaven.” I find some odd sense of peace about that.

I was terrified for my D&C and was very glad that I miscarried naturally. I truly believe that have be a few hours to grieve my loss, my baby.

As we start the process of trying again, I’m wondering if anyone has been in my shoes before. (Obviously people have, I just like hearing other’s stories!)

There is power in numbers, friends. Don’t let anyone down play or say “well you weren’t trying for a baby anyway”. And YES, someone said that to me. 🤦🏻‍♀️ Your baby is Y O U R baby. You grieve they way Y O U grieve. Everyone else, can either support or get out. #micdrop