The following is Michelle S.’s Miscarriage Story
My story is probably different than others slightly.
My husband and I had been trying to have a baby (number 3) for about a year with no luck. Our marriage got kind of rocky and it seemed like we were constantly fighting so we decided that we were going to take a step back and I was going to go back on birth control so we could focus on fixing what we have before we change it.
I made an appointment with my doctor and went in to get my first round of the depo shot. As standard practice the nurse gave me a pregnancy test before administering my shot. After a moment she turned and explained to me that she could not proceed with the shot as planned because I was pregnant. Before leaving I stopped at registration and made an appointment for 3 weeks out.
I never even got to go to that appointment.
A week and half after finding out about my pregnancy I began bleeding. I ended up going to the ER to get checked out. They did an internal ultrasound and told me that my baby’s size and heartbeat were normal and discharged me saying that I was likely experiencing first trimester bleeding. I was scheduled for a follow up a few days later and sent home.
The next day while in the bathroom I passed a large amount of blood along with a semi solid clump. I broke down on the bathroom floor. I knew this was my baby. At my follow up my miscarriage was confirmed.
In the span of about 3 weeks I had gone from deciding not to have a baby to being pregnant to losing a baby. I was a mess more months. Still am to an extent.
Within a month of losing my baby my sister announced her pregnancy. I admittedly got angry and couldn’t muster up any happiness for her. I wish I could have but at the time I didn’t have it in me. Every once in a while (especially when my niece hits a milestone) I think about how my little one would be about the same age and it still hurts.