I Had A Miscarriage, Heartbreaking Words To Hear And To Say

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We have recently been posting all our birth stories on the blog. You can read my first and second story, but before I write my third birth story I want to tell you about my third pregnancy, which sadly ended in a miscarriage.

I really don’t know how some woman are able to bare the scars of so many miscarriages. I am “fortunate” to have only had to suffer threw one. I have heard many stories about miscarriage, it is never easy. There are so many things I want to say about it but only the word “heartbreaking” comes to mind.

Late May of 2011, I found myself taking a pregnancy test for what would turn out to be my third pregnancy. I was so excited by the news of another little one that I told the family.

Weeks passed and now looking back I can recognize some of the signs. I could not put pressure on my lower stomach, at the time I thought this to be the usual scar tissue (2 previous csec) being stretched by the new life, I now know that it was an infection. At 8 weeks pregnant I began to have brown discharge, not uncommon, but when the discharge turned to red, I knew it was bad.

I went for a scan, in the city (I had started passing clots) and was told the sac was empty and that I would most likely need a D & C. This is were they remove all evidence of the pregnancy in the womb. I decided to have the procedure done at the local hospital the next day.

Upon arriving blood work was done and it was discovered I had a kidney infection as well. I was told I would have to stay overnight to be monitored and they would do a scan of the miscarriage in the morning. I was bedded in a room with two other beds, one woman had just had her baby yesterday and the other was in labor. I felt they were being very heartless towards me. I hate hospitals!

Luckily a lady that works at the hospital admin is the mother of one of our friends, came to visit and asked them how could they do such a thing! I was moved across the hall to observation. This is were I stayed for 3 days, hooked up on a drip, with strong antibiotics and more still to help me get rid of the now abandoned sac. I did not need the D&C as my body was taking care of itself. Emotionally I was a wreck. There were many empty hours and tears.

Ironically, my friend delivered her very premature baby the same week I lost mine, I like to think that mine went to look over hers in some way. It has a very comforting feel to me.

We were extremely blessed 4 months later to have a positive pregnancy test. I did however have to make a trip at 9 weeks pregnant to the hospital again for pink discharge. I was relieved to see a little heartbeat on the screen. 3 demanded days of resting in a hospital bed and another 3 weeks of what they call progesterone and various antibiotics my baby stuck around! This time I only told everyone after week 12.