I have had so many women that I love in my life have a miscarriage and I always felt so sorry for them. I have a beautiful daughter that was never a rainbow baby and my pregnancy was a dream. I was one of the lucky ones. One of the people that would never have to experience a loss. I got pregnant again after only trying for three months and I was absolutely naive and a fool to believe that I would never be "one of those women" that experienced a loss. I'm not a religious person at all, but I do think that karma exists. This is mine. Maybe that's a funny way of looking at it, and maybe I am ruffling some feathers by saying so.
I started bleeding on Sunday with some minor cramping. I called the doctor on call and she wasn't alarmed, but she did want me to come into the hospital for a Rhogam shot in case the baby had a positive blood type (I'm negative). I went in nervous, of course, and hoping for my first ultrasound because I hadn't done one at my first appointment the week before with my OB. Wish granted, I saw a tiny blip in my uterus. One that I knew was too small, but was reassured that because of my irregular periods, I could just be not as far along as my LMP would suggest (9.5 weeks). I drove up to my in-laws' that afternoon with my husband and daughter. I experienced severe cramping a couple of hours later and demanded to go home. I sat in the backseat with Ellie and held her hand, telling her that now was not the time that she would be a big sister and hopefully she would be someday. Thank goodness she is only 3.5 and doesn't really understand what was happening. Thank goodness she had only kissed my tummy one time, and probably had forgotten she did it.
I came home and quickly passed baby. So much blood. I held my baby, sobbing, apologizing, next to the toilet. I put it in a box. I couldn't throw it away. I couldn't flush it down the toilet. It was my baby. It was Ellie's little brother or sister. My first thought: I'm one of them now. I'm one of "those" women. I'm a statistic.
I never understood. Now I do. I'm sorry to everyone for being so naive and judgmental.
Re: ~siggy warning~ Lost baby yesterday
We were so confident that we were going to be successful with the first embryo transfer. I even felt a little guilty that I had "extra" embryos in the freezer. We had two embryos transferred and I feel awful saying this, but I had thoughts that I would be somewhat relieved if the first U/S would've shown just one healthy baby.
When I started miscarrying the first baby last Sunday I found out quickly how bad I wanted both of those babies and maybe all 6 of them. I went from thinking I had "extras" to not nearly enough.
It took me 2 years and a lot of money to get pregnant...and I was still naive. Don't beat yourself up.
All advice given based on lengthy personal experience.
I am not a doctor, I just have a working medical vocabulary.
Always available to answer questions about loss, infertility, and TRP.


"This is not your fault"... said my doctor, everyone else, books. For some reason it does not sit well with me. I keep questioning myself every hour "is it some infection I have and don't know about?", "is it something I ate?" Doctor said I will never find out why... this uncertainty kills me.
I too had a healthy, unplanned pregnancy 11 years ago that resulted in my daughter. it took me 2 years to get pregnant this second time just to find out at 10 week appointment that baby passed away between 7 and 8 weeks. I saw the cord still pumping in unison with my pulse and no heartbeat.
I am afraid to try again because I don't think I cant go through it again. I don't know how I could possibly be pregnant again wondering every minute if my baby is still alive inside me. what if it dies right after the ultrasound and I won't know again for another four weeks. I feel defective.
I used to judge older women who do not have any kids. I always wondered how could they "choose" not to have kids in their lives. now I think "what do I know about them?" NOTHING! who am I to judge... I am nobody... just a defective statistic with a dead baby still inside of me and no one knows. but at least I am lucky enough to have one daughter.