“I feel like you are going to do this ultrasound and there isn’t going to be anything in me. Haha.”
Those words haunt me. I said this right before my eight week ultrasound. The doctor just stared at me with a grave face and said “Why did you say that?” Sure enough there was nothing….talk about a badly timed joke.
My husband and I thought we were the luckiest people in the world. One month of trying, and boom we were pregnant. I always had this fear I wouldn’t have the easiest time having kids so this was a huge relief. Nothing could have prepared us for the hell we would experience.
The miscarriage lasted two weeks. After the initial ultrasound, there were four more ultrasounds to come. At one appointment, the doctor thought they saw some growth so we waited a week to see what would happen – a week in which I had a fetus inside of me, unsure if it was alive or dead. After that week, it was confirmed that it was not viable so a D & C was scheduled. Before the surgery, I started miscarrying naturally so I had to see evidence of the miscarriage before it could be removed. Hell.
After the surgery, there was a brief sense of relief. It’s out of me, it’s over, and now I can move on. Nothing could be further from the truth.
While my friends and family were great at comforting us, a miscarriage is a different sort of loss. When you have a death in the family, you are allowed to grieve openly. You can tell people at work, you can tell Facebook, you are allowed to cry. When you have a miscarriage, there is a lot of silence. During the process of the miscarriage and months to follow, I had to pretend like nothing had happened. I still had to meet my sales quota, interact with customers, laugh at friends’ stories. I was, and still am, a professional at doing my makeup so that my puffy eyes from hours of crying are hidden.
As the months have worn on, the miscarriage has brought on such new feelings and emotions. Since we got pregnant so easily the first time, my husband and I both figured it would happen quickly again. I thought “get pregnant again and this will all be behind you.” Four cycles later and nothing….each period a reminder that I failed and a renewed sense of fear.
I know they say that one in four women suffer from a miscarriage. Man I have a hard time believing that. I look at my friends and family – eight close women in my life had babies this year. Eight. Factor in the never-ending baby pictures on Facebook, and the world of the “one in four” woman gets pretty lonely.
They say time heals old wounds. This is very true, but each period tears those wounds right back open. People assume that I have to be fine at this point, and I play to this assumption. I say I am fine, smile, invite babies to our house, talk about breast milk, do and say the things that people want me to.
My counselor has advised me to open up more about my feelings. To be vulnerable. This is of course easier said than done. How do you be vulnerable when you are so sick of crying yourself? How do you be vulnerable when people want you to be happy and “normal”? How do you be vulnerable with people who can’t even begin to understand how this feels? I suppose this is why I wrote these words today – sharing my story in an attempt to be vulnerable, heal, and share with others who might feel the same way.
St. Louis, MO
I total understand it. I still have flashbacks to my little angels baby miscarry. I can’t talk with anyone here about it. Not my full term stillborn. They rather you just get over it. Suffer in silence. I’m so glad only I have fellow Angel baby loss mom sisters in loss I can reach out too.
You are definitely not alone. I thought we were lucky as well, getting pregnant without really trying. Everyone one told me I should have no problems because I ran and assumed that meant I was so healthy, nothing could go wrong. Then at 11 wks I miscarried. No heartbeat was found. I got pregnant again right away. Again so easily and I was so thrilled but cautious. Another miscarriage. No yoke sac growth. Now it has been several cycles and each month I just feel like it will never happen again. Everyone around me seem to be having babies! And still, feels like there is no one to talk to about it in person. This blogs have helped me a lot.
Thank you for sharing your story with us.
Weldon Spring, MO
Thank you for this