Miscarriage

You know what’s hard?

Coping with a miscarriage.

You know what made it harder for me to cope with it?

Covid- not allowing my husband with me in the room while I’m getting told they can’t detect a heartbeat and I’m experiencing a threatened miscarriage. Sitting there crying by myself waiting to be released and to just tell my family what's going on.

You know what’s hard?

To not think about all of the whats ifs if that pregnancy didn’t end. And even more so, the babies due date would’ve been on Roman’s birthday. It’s hard. All of it.

I debated even posting this because of all of the emotions it can bring.

After I experienced my first miscarriage I hated that it wasn’t talked about enough- when it’s normal (that doesn't make it easier)- so that way other mamas don’t feel like they did something wrong or feel all of their emotions they experience, alone. 

The purpose of this post- to bring awareness. To talk about the hard things.

I hated that everything about my experience was nothing what was portrayed in the media. You think it’s some blood passing and then done. That’s not the case at all. Not one bit.

For all of the mamas with an angel baby-I send you nothing but love and I want you to know you aren’t alone and I’m here with you. I hope for the day you have your rainbow baby in your arms. 🌈

This is the announcement I created to use for announcing this pregnancy on social media (this was my 2nd pregnancy). She was due in March- March 26th to be exact. That also happens to be my son's birthday, so it's pretty rememberable for me. 

I announced her on August 28th (my birthday) and by September 8th I was announcing our first miscarriage. I was 11 weeks and 3 days pregnant with her.