Initially I didn’t think I would share this topic on my blog, but something has been tugging at me lately. I think it was the need to write about it. I’m not the best at expressing my thoughts vocally, I’d much rather write them out. Bloggers tend to share the highlights in their life, and usually keep the low points to themselves. I’ll admit that recently my blog has been a showcase of the perfect life, because sometimes life can be perfect, but other times it isn’t.
One of my favorite things about my blogging journey has been the connection to other women. Women who I’ve never even met in person, but that I consider friends. Another thing that I love about this journey is sharing struggles in motherhood, balancing work and mom life, and just being flat out honest with you guys in hopes to help or inspire someone else. When I come across an article online that I can relate to I instantly relax. Knowing that someone else is going through the same thing that I’m going through somehow it makes it easier.
I never thought I’d have a miscarriage. I’ve had family members and close friends have them, but I never thought it would happen to me. I also had never really considered the statistics. I was in shock after reading that 15-20% of pregnancies end in miscarriage and that 80% of miscarriages occur during the first trimester.
I was about 6.5 weeks along. Although I’m fortunate that I miscarried early in my pregnancy, it’s still not a fun thing to go through. It was a usual Wednesday morning in our house. I went to get Noah out of his crib, walked downstairs, and started to prepare breakfast. As soon as I noticed the bleeding I felt like the wind got knocked out of me. I grabbed Noah and rushed back upstairs to tell Dylan. I knew right away what was going on. The two days prior I had felt different. It’s like my pregnancy symptoms went away and then two days later I saw the physical signs of the miscarriage.
The entire day was kind of a blur, and I spent the majority of it crying. My sister rushed over and helped out with Noah so Dylan and I could head to the doctor’s office. She brought me a gift bag of relaxing remedies like bubble bath, lavender oil, and candles. We had a flight to Indiana booked for the next morning, and I was highly considering putting it off a week, although I didn’t. Making my way through the airport and traveling was uncomfortable, but I knew I would regret missing the trip, and that it would be nice to see family.
It’s officially been two weeks since that blur of a day. My hormones have been all over the place, but I’m feeling better. I took a pregnancy test yesterday, and it finally displayed as “Not Pregnant”. I highly advise waiting two weeks before taking a pregnancy test after you have a miscarriage. It can take awhile for the pregnancy hormone to leave your system. Seeing “Pregnant” show up on the screen when you actually aren’t is an odd feeling.
You’re not alone if you’re going through a miscarriage. So many women out there have had them. I recently read that a miscarriage is sort of nature’s way of making sure that a human being is compatible with life. Surround yourself with friends & family, try to stay positive, and share what you’re going through with others. You are not alone. You are loved. You will make it through this.
Thanks so much for making me feel like my blog is a place where I can share my personal struggles, and not just my recent favorite off the shoulder top. I love you guys!
*** I’ve had such amazing responses and support from so many people who have gone through very similar situations today. The stories people sent me made me feel so much better, and I would like to use this experience to help others. I know how therapeutic it can be to share a story like this with other women. If you would like to share your story feel free to leave it in the comments below or you can also email it to me at email@example.com to share here on this blog post. I will remove any identifying information .