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My miscarriage

When I suffered my first miscarriage at 8 weeks gestation, I did not know what to think, I did not know where to turn.  So many thoughts rushed through my head… Why did this happen?…How did this happen?…What did I do wrong?…Is there a problem?…How can I fix the problem?  I was so focused on what was wrong that I did not even give myself the chance to grieve the loss of my baby.  My doctor told me it was a “blessing in disguise.”  There was obviously “something wrong” with the baby and “nature was taking its course” in terminating the pregnancy.  I had to suffer the painful experience of returning all the maternity clothes I had just bought. I was thrilled when I learned I was pregnant again, just 7 months later.  I thought, a miscarriage could not possibly happen again.  I had a first ultrasound.  The ultrasound tech said nothing.  The silence was palpable.  I never thought the sound of silence could be so painful.  I knew what was going on, and yet I said nothing.  When I received a phone call from my doctor, who asked me to come into the office as soon as possible, I knew what was coming.  I again had to suffer the painful experience of returning all the maternity clothes I had just repurchased. So what should you say to someone that has suffered a miscarriage?  Please do not say it is a blessing in disguise.  Please do not say there was probably something wrong with the baby.  Please do not say that it is simply nature taking its course.  Please...

My Three Angels

By: Kim Pooler We were so excited to be welcoming a third child into the world. I went to my first doctor appointment and my husband stayed home with our twins. We were full of joy and excitement. The joy and excitement faded with the first ultrasound. The doctor explained that the sack was not perfectly formed and had many dents. She told me because of this it is very unlikely the pregnancy would progress as it is supposed to and it just did not look good. She told me to prep for a miscarriage. I sat in my car and cried and called my husband. I then proceeded to church to pray for our little one. While getting in my car to go home after praying my husband called. He had just called 911. My son had just had his first seizure. (He was later diagnosed with epilepsy.) I was a mess. I called my parents to pick me up in the church parking lot. We meet my husband, son, and daughter at the hospital. A few days later I had another appointment for my peace of mind. The sack miraculously looked better. The doctor congratulated me on the pregnancy. Our hopes and joy were back. Next appointment our baby was gone. No heartbeat was found. I was numb. The blessing was I am a teacher and the miscarriage happened during the summer. Going back in August was difficult. I would sit in my class during recess and lunch and cry. I distanced myself from pretty much everyone. Then in December 2014 I went for a preconception appointment...