This week has been difficult. I found out Monday via a sonogram that I had miscarried for the second time in less than a year. Approaching 40 and still have no children makes this even more heart breaking than last time. Today I took back all the maternity clothes that I bought last week. I never said a word to the cashier about why I was returning the clothes. She simply returned my items and then walked around the register and gave me a big hug. I guess it was written on my face.
The doctor gave me the choice to have a DNC or let it pass naturally. I chose the later of the two to prevent any unnecessary scarring of my cervix. I did not think that it would all come out recognizable. Last time it resembled a heavy period, but this time there was no mistaking the 3 inch encased sac and attached free flowing tissue. That happened as soon as I got back from returning the clothes.
This makes watching these "parents" who just breed and throw their kids in the corner to raise themselves even harder to watch.
Thank you for taking your time and listening to my pain today.
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