The saddest period I’ve ever had.

I became pregnant this past November. I have a 15 year old son and I thought I was done having children. Needless to say, I was thrilled and excited to find out I was having another baby! Things quickly took a turn, the father, after 5 years decided he didn’t want that so he just disappeared without a word. A couple weeks later I started spotting. All the books and blogs said that was normal for 8 weeks. Eventually I decided to go to the doctor and was diagnosed with “threatened abortion” my heart shattered. Fast forward a few days and I’m strapped to a bed in an ambulance being rushed to the emergency room. Then came an emergency D&C. My chances were crushed. It was over. That was January 7th. Yesterday, February 5th, I started my first period since November. I’ve been heartbroken ever since. It’s like a constant reminder of my loss. Pouring salt into my wound, if you will. The cramps give me flashbacks of my stay in the hospital and all the pain and confusion.. I know there are others out there that know this pain and sadness and to all of you, I love you. Bless you for enduring the pain and still living your life everyday. Even when these little reminders come to the surface...