I found out I was pregnant last Saturday. I was confused and sad and mad and happy and excited all at the same time. My baby father was abusive emotionally and physically and the night before I found out his mom and him both emotionally abused me so I was just very shocked as well to say the least. I instantly bonded with my baby and refused to have an abortion. Yesterday I had a miscarriage. Never would I have imagined the hurt physically, emotionally, and mentally. I had to go to the ER because of how bad the cramps hurt. Everytime id use the bathroom and see blood clots it would remind me of my baby. Everytime I see blood even this morning I get reminded of baby and the life he/she would’ve had. I wish i could’ve traded my life for his/her. I wish things would’ve been different. I don’t understand why it happened. I mean I’m pretty sure it was from all the stress but I regardless of my baby father I would’ve gave my child the best life possible. It’s amazing how you can love something you don’t even know.