A year has passed since I experienced my second miscarriage in just eight months. Last summer, my partner and I decided to grow our family. The first loss hit me so unexpectedly that I didn’t fully process it as a true loss. But it was a loss all the same. I naively believed that since I had become pregnant again so quickly, the next time would go smoothly.
I was mistaken.
Just days before Memorial Day weekend last year, I saw that fateful pink plus sign once more. But by June 1st, things took a dark turn. Despite my desperate attempts to maintain hope, the reality was unavoidable. Three days later, my doctor confirmed my fears: I had miscarried again.
Today, as I cradle my 2-month-old daughter, the memories of last year still linger painfully.
It hurts to remember that my body was able to conceive two times but couldn’t protect those fragile beginnings. It’s painful to think that instead of my little girl, I could be holding a 5-month-old or even a 1-year-old. On the due date of my first loss, I found myself in a cemetery, grappling with the weight of losing two pregnancies within such a short span.
During my daughter’s pregnancy, I was so terrified of losing her that I barely spoke about it for the first 11 weeks. It still stings when I complete medical forms and have to list four pregnancies, knowing only two are with me. Social media announcements about new babies often bring a flood of emotions, especially when I see siblings just a year apart. Last year, I didn’t think my son, who was almost 3 then, would ever have a sibling.
When people comment on the nearly four-year gap between my children, it hurts to hold back the truth of my losses. I don’t want to burden the conversation with my grief. I remember sitting at a friend’s wedding just days after my second miscarriage, tears streaming down my face while everyone around me was oblivious. Only my partner, Joshua, knew the storm inside me as he held my hand tightly.
Just five days before my daughter’s birth, I learned she was breech and would require a C-section. My mind raced with irrational fears, convinced I had failed another baby by not being able to deliver her naturally.
This past year has brought profound changes. I am thankful every day for the healthy daughter who is now in my arms, yet that gratitude coexists with the sorrow from the losses I endured. The ache of losing two pregnancies will always be a part of my journey. For those navigating similar paths, resources like this excellent guide on IVF and information on couples’ fertility journeys can be invaluable. Additionally, consider checking out our post on fertility boosters for men.
In summary, the emotional journey of pregnancy loss is complex, and while I cherish my daughter, the pain of the past remains with me.
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