Good Morning!! It’s been cold here in central KY! I have been able to finally enjoy my winter coats and scarves. 🙂
Today I will be sharing the story of my miscarriage. I decided to write it in 2 parts because it was long and difficult week. I hope you all have had a great week so far! I want to say thank you for reading and following me on social media! Please subscribe to emails so you never have to miss a post. 🙂
My miscarriage started on May 27th. I had known I was pregnant for two weeks, at that time I was 7 weeks along. I was hanging out with my parents that day and remember feeling cramps and I starting to have this light spotting. Feeling a little uneasy, I decided to go home to Nathan who was bringing dinner home. On that ride home I remember questioning the spotting, was that normal? As soon as I walked in the door I ran to the bathroom and noticed it was a little more than spotting. I called my mom and I remember hearing her comforting voice, yet I could tell she was concerned (she’s had a miscarriage).
I laid on the floor in tears as Nathan walked in the house. He sat our dinner down by the front door and we left for the ER. Neither of us knew what was happening or what to feel. We barely had to time to celebrate being pregnant. As we walked into the waiting room, we found the only two chairs left. We were told the wait was 4-5 hours. In the meantime I experienced the worst pains of my life and had a lot of bleeding.
My parents and Aunt Marlene came to the ER for support and I remember my mom telling me what was probably happening. My mom with a broken arm, was comforting me and getting me water. My dad drove to the nearest drug store for pain medicine and feminine products. What was wrong with this hospital? It was 4 or 5 hours later and we finally heard my name called.
More waiting, then tests, more waiting, then exams, more waiting. We finally got to have our first ultrasound. As they were rubbing my belly, I remember the doctor’s asking each other if they would be able to hear a heart beat at this point. Nathan and I looked at each other with concerned looks. Where were we? Anyways, after more rubbing, they claimed I was still pregnant.
With total confusion, we were sent home shortly after that ultrasound. I left the hospital in the worst pain I have ever had. I remember screaming in the car on the way home, kicking the front of the dashboard, making myself sick. How could I still be pregnant and in this much pain? At this point of the night we could not even get a prescription filled.
The next day I was scheduled to see my midwife. This was a different type of waiting room. It was full of happiness and pregnant women. And then there was me and Nathan. After blood work and more ultrasounds, it was a confirmed miscarriage.
From the start of the miscarriage, I knew what was happening but I was holding on to a little hope. It honestly didn’t even feel completely over after the confirmation. Technically I did have a miscarriage, but it wasn’t over.
Even through all of this I knew God was still by my side. Yes, I was frightened, worried, sad, etc. but I knew I wasn’t alone. We are never alone. If you are going through something like this, pray right now for comfort and healing. Jesus is by your side and will never let you go. Feel free to email me and I will listen to your story. I will also put you on my prayer list.
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This weekend I will post My Miscarriage Part 2. Thank you for letting me share the first part and for all of your support.