Hey everyone,
I never thought I'd be on this forum but here I am.
DH and I had been talking about having children but it never seemed to
be the right time. DH always wanted to wait till we were more settled
(even though we own our own home and such already) and had more savings.
When we got home from traveling for the holidays in January 2015 we had
the "let's have a baby" talk and decided we'd start "trying." I suppose
at the time I thought "trying" just meant you weren't preventing any
longer. August comes and still no BFP so we have the talk about how
maybe we should be more active in our TTC efforts. I ordered a BBT,
some OPKs and all the other items needed to put in a good solid effort.
My beloved grandpa passed on September 10th and DH and I realized the
longer it takes us to have children the more people in our lives that we
love my very well not be around for it. I was so incredibly, and
unexpectedly, frustrated and sad that we hadn't gotten our BFP and we'd
never be able to share the joy and excitement with my grandpa. After
only 2 months of temping, charting and using OPKs we finally got our BFP
on Oct. 16.
I couldn't even believe my eyes when I tested and
saw a positive. I immediately called DH into the room to confirm I
wasn't just seeing what I wanted to see and there was actually a second
line. The line was pretty faint so DH wasn't 100% sure we should be
excited yet although it was clearly positive. A week or so went by and
the line got progressively darker and finally DH accepted it was real
and was excited with me. We immediately started to plan when/how we're
announce to our families. We'd planned to tell his family over
Thanksgiving when they came to visit. We were going to tell my family at
Christmas. It was the earlier we'd be able to see my family since they
live far away and we wanted to tell them in person. We'd started
planning what the nursery would look like and we'd started discussing
baby names.
This past Thursday, November 5th, I woke up and
noticed my pregnancy symptoms, few as they were, had vanished. All I was
really experiencing was usually bad cramping. I tried to reassure
myself that cramping during the first trimester is normal. Symptoms
taking a "break" is normal. I told myself that the general lack of
symptoms I'd had so far was normal and plenty of women don't have
morning sickness and such and still go on to have healthy babies. By
around 6pm I'd started spotting. It wasn't much and it was brown so I
was cautiously optimistic. I woke up the next morning and I was
"spotting" bright red blood. And it really seemed like too much to be
called "spotting." I called my doctor and was assured spotting/light
bleeding can be perfectly normal and not to worry. By that afternoon I'd
started cramping and the blood had dark clots in it. "They're still
really small clots" I told myself. "I'm not cramping as bad as period
cramps." I reassured myself. This morning I woke up to severe cramping. I
had to go lay down because even sitting in a chair was just too
painful. I was also bleeding a decidedly period-like amount. I took a
nap and hoped I'd wake up to something encouraging. When I woke up I
noticed the cramps had gone away. I was suddenly somewhat hopeful...
until I went to the bathroom. I passed some globs of tissue, with a lot
of blood. I realized that's probably why I'm not cramping anymore. My
body had already done it's job and didn't need to be cramping now.
I'll
call my doctor on Monday and see if there is anything I need to do to
"confirm" the miscarriage. Or if there is any needed follow up care. I feel so lost and confused. And heartbroken, so absolutely and completely heartbroken.
Me: 28 Husband: 31
TTC#1: January 2015- September 2016
Infertility, Recurrent Pregnancy Loss
Rainbow baby born June 6, 2017 ❤️

Baby #2 due June 12, 2018

Re: So I guess I belong here now...
Just know that we have been/are going through this terrible ordeal and are here for you to vent, relate and support you no matter what you are feeling. Also, time will heal this emotional wound and it will get easier progressively. Though, you will never be the same. Take it one day at a time and know that we are here.
I understand this isn't a club any of us wants to belong to, but these group of ladies here, in this forum, helped me get through my first mc. I don't know what I would have done without them.
BFP1 04/24/2015 EDD Dec 2015 MMC 10W5d;
BFP 2 09/25/2015 EDD June 2016 MMC 9wks;
BFP 3 03/22/2016 EDD Dec 6th 2016
- BFP: 3/10/16 — Baby Girl born 11/20/16
TTC#2 April 2019I very much appreciate everything. I'm so sorry that this same soul-crushing thing has happened to all of you. =((
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@AlwaysAuntNeverMom I definitely know what you mean when you say that this is all just so unfair. I was so excited to have made it to a birth month board. Seeing some people I'd started getting to know from the TTC board over on the BMB just made it that much better. I was telling DH yesterday how it seems to cruel and unfair that there are so many unwanted pregnancies every year that have to be terminated by choice with effort when at the same time women who struggled to conceive and desperately want the baby end up miscarrying despite having done all the right things to help ensure a healthy pregnancy. It just doesn't seem right. It just doesn't seem fair. It's like it's some cruel joke of fate.
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@silentP second in 4 months
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@diane2218 You're right: our situations were very similar. I suspect the upcoming holidays are going to be very difficult.
You pretty much hit the nail on the head (so to speak) with how I'm feeling at the moment. I'm hoping that it starts to get easier. DH asked me this morning when he woke up (I was up a couple of hours before him) how I'm doing this morning and I said something like "Well I woke up at 7. It's 10 now. I've only dissolved into a puddle of tears 6 times so far." I don't feel like doing anything. I've barely eaten anything since this all started on Thursday. I have no idea how I'm supposed to deal with this. I'd told myself that I'd stay aware of the possibility that something could go wrong and then if it did it would somehow be easier. Yeah right. Nothing could have ever prepared me for this. No matter how much I thought I knew how this would feel; I didn't. It's so much worse than I imaged it could be.
I liked your idea about trying to educate myself on all this and learn as much as I can about it. Learning and knowing does seem to bring me some small bit of comfort. I'm hoping to have at least learned enough about all this by Monday when I call my doctor to have some ideas about what to say. Maybe what all is important to tell them before I break down into sobs and can't say anything else. Or perhaps what I should ask for in terms of figuring out what went wrong/how to prevent this in the future. I don't know. I don't know if there is anything I could say that would make someone want to investigate a cause for a first miscarriage.
I'll probably start stress cleaning the house once I feel a bit better. I'm still having some fairly painful cramps when I'm up and about trying to be too active. I'd had some cleaning projects I'd been meaning to get to but being pregnant it just hadn't been that easy. I was terrified of just about everything (what if the fumes are bad? What if some cleaning solution gets on my skin and ends up being bad for baby? What if I'm just doing too much today and that's bad somehow? etc.) But now I guess I don't have to worry about all that. On the bright side, I'll be way more productive around my house.
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I really hope we all get a healthy, take-home rainbow baby soon.
TTC#1: January 2015- September 2016
Infertility, Recurrent Pregnancy Loss
Rainbow baby born June 6, 2017 ❤️
Baby #2 due June 12, 2018