October 15 is Infant & Pregnancy Loss Remembrance Day and it feels right to put my thoughts down. On August 31, 2022, one day before my third wedding anniversary, I experienced a miscarriage just before the eight-week mark.
1 in 4 pregnancies results in a loss but I couldn’t think of anyone who I could talk to, who also went through this. And even if I did, I didn’t know how to talk about it. This isn’t something that many people feel comfortable sharing with the world and it’s also something we don’t necessarily feel comfortable talking about with close family or friends either.
I am sharing my story to help me heal.
When we found out we were pregnant; I wasn’t necessarily excited. Getting to the point of wanting a second child has been a process. The first year of motherhood was not great for me, and I struggled with the severe lack of sleep, a change in identity, navigating life as a mom, and so much more. I didn’t think I would want to have a second child. As time went on, when Remi was about 18 months, I felt more comfortable with the thought of having another. Still very overwhelmed and not quite ready but starting to become more open to the idea. I told Rob I would be open to starting to try after the summer in September because I wanted to enjoy my hot mom summer.
Enjoying the summer, I had just returned from a work trip where I had some late nights and was exhausted. I learned colleagues I was with got Covid, so naturally, I went and got a test, but a part of me questioned, could my exhaustion be early pregnancy? I doubted it but decided to get a test anyway. I took both tests to find out I did not have Covid but was pregnant.
I was shocked and a bit annoyed because my hot mom summer was cut short, and I wanted to enjoy drinking my Pinot Grigio's for the rest of my summer. When I saw the two bright pink lines, I immediately started to think about what was coming.
My first pregnancy was so easy and relaxing; I chilled on the couch and took naps whenever I wanted. I would not just be growing a little human but also taking care of a child. I questioned if I could handle it all. But that’s normal to be overwhelmed and question these things.
As the days went on, my excitement grew. We shared the news with our parents and siblings, excited to finally tell them all in person. But looking back at this short time, I always felt a sense of hesitation… I am a person to dive right into things. Get a registry going right away, plan the room, etc., but I didn’t do that.
After having Remi, I am so much more knowledgeable of the process, the good and bad, that from the start knowing how possible a miscarriage could be. With Remi, the idea of a miscarriage never crossed my mind. I could have just been naive back then or maybe my mind and body were preparing me. for what was to come.
Who knows, but I now know the signs were there. The closer we got to the first appointment, I didn’t experience many pregnancy symptoms, thinking this would be another easy pregnancy but really, my body wasn’t growing a little being anymore.
I went up for a boat ride at my in-laws and while changing into my bathing suit I noticed a very light spotting. This was only a few days before my first prenatal appointment. The photo above was taken on that boat ride right after I noticed the spotting and will forever honor my pregnancy loss.
The next day I called the doctor, who said it could be normal but was too early to know. As each day went on the bleeding increased more and more. I had a feeling the night before my first prenatal appointment that I was no longer pregnant, it didn’t feel right. When we went in for the appointment, they confirmed what I had felt, I experienced a chemical pregnancy, a type of miscarriage. This is where my body created and implanted an embryo but after that point, it never grew into a fetus. This was a new concept to me because following the pregnancy apps I was supposed to have a baby the size of a raspberry when I went for my ultrasound. But it wasn’t there.
No one prepares you for something like this. Sitting on the table in the doctor’s office they asked what questions I had. I couldn’t think, I didn’t know what to ask. I was not prepared for this and not prepared for what was to come emotionally and physically.
I only knew I was pregnant for 31 days, but the loss and grief I have felt since that day has been immense.
If you have experienced pregnancy loss, I am so sorry. During my grief, I felt the grief of everyone else who has experienced this, who has felt alone through this, and who has never shared their experience with others. Although II had my family there for me, I felt so lonely. I am grateful I found the Hope After Loss support group that made my feelings and experience feel valid. I felt heard, supported, loved, and not alone.
There is so much more I want to share through my healing process. Like all of my other posts, I use this site as a place to heal and share what is hard for me.
Thank you for reading my story <3