At 7 weeks pregnant, I heard the words no one wants to hear. “I’m sorry. There’s no heartbeat.”
My husband & I were devastated. I had a D&C surgery the following week.
I felt like a failure. Even though doctors all assured me that I did nothing to cause this, I still felt like I must have. My husband had similar feelings, assuming something must be wrong with him that caused the miscarriage.
Like most Lady Project members, I’m an over-achiever. It threw my world for a loop to realize that becoming a Mom was not yet in the cards for me.
About 20% of all known pregnancies end in miscarriage. Yet, there is still a stigma and many women don’t talk about it.
If you’re a loved one of someone that’s going through this pain - I understand that you may not know what to say, but trust me, the person dealing with grief from a miscarriage would appreciate knowing you’re there for them.
According to WebMD, “It helps to talk about it. In one study, about half of people who'd lost a pregnancy said they felt less alone when they talked with friends who had one, too.”
We need to end the stigma about miscarriage & realize that not everyone that wants children is immediately able to have them.
Like all grief, it can appear at times when you didn’t expect it to. In the first months after the miscarriage, I couldn’t go on Facebook because pictures of children made me cry.
I’m in my 30s. It felt like everyone was having kids but me. Even people that didn’t plan it. I couldn’t understand why it was so easy for them, but not me.
It’s been over a year since my miscarriage and I’m finally ready to try again.
I am terrified that I’ll go through a miscarriage again, even though statistically that’s unlikely.