First Trimester Stories

Cassandra’s Story

My pregnancy began under fairly stressful conditions. I had undergone surgery to remove endometriosis, and my OB/Gyn encouraged me to start a family soon because endometriosis almost always worsens over time. My partner and I started trying to conceive. Two cycles later we felt blessed when we were pregnant! My pregnancy preceded normally, mild morning sickness, tiredness and breast tenderness. I also felt intermittent period like cramping which I called about and was told not to worry. I booked my first prenatal for the 11th week, although this seemed late to me.During my 7th week I noticed that my breasts were not growing larger as quickly as they had. In my 9th  week I felt very ill and had diarrhea and a general feeling that was not good.  The next day I started spotting bright red blood. I was terrified although I knew that many pregnancies had spotting and was considered almost normal.I went to the ER for evaluation and treatment.  We were seen very quickly and the doctor did a pelvic exam. The news was good. My cervix was closed and the hormone levels right.  I requested an ultrasound but was told it would be inconclusive. I was told to go home and have bed rest for four days.

We went straight home and to bed, and I stayed there which seemed to help, as the bleeding grew darker and eventually almost stopped. I called my OB’s office first thing Monday morning. The receptionist said that sounded good but to come in for a follow up the next day. 

The next day, my OB told me that I was probably miscarrying.  My hormone levels were actually low and the only way to confirm the miscarriage was an ultrasound that should have been performed at the hospital.

As soon as we got home I went for a long walk with my dog to encourage the miscarriage to start. I did not know if that was the best thing to do but had been left without any instructions.  I decided quickly that I wanted this to occur naturally if possible as I had already had surgery less than six months earlier.  With in a few moments of walking the bleeding started with mild cramping. It felt very much like a period.  I ended up vacuuming my house and tidying up, as I wanted to keep moving to encourage things along. Approximately 4 hours after the ultrasound the heavy bleeding and cramping pain began. It was very painful and the cramps made me “huff huff” with my breath.  They seemed to come regularly every two minutes or so and lasted for about a minute and I could usually feel large amounts of tissue and blood pass. Approximately 20 minutes into this I felt very cold and “shaky” and vomited. I called my partner during this stage as I was very scared and wanted to go to the ER.

We ended up waiting in a crowded waiting room for over four and a half hours.  This was a very trying time as babies and pregnant women surrounded us.  I tried not to show any feelings, didn’t cry, and we kept walking around the hospital to keep things going.  I soon needed a change of pads and asked the nurse for one as well as what the baby might look like.  She was kind and told me it would look like blood clots, probably no baby to be seen. I asked her if I should save what I passed because I had read in books to do that and she said no, just to come and tell her. I felt better and went to the washroom to change and saw what I felt was the fetus–it did look like a blood clot, the size and shape of a bean with white bits showing here and there.  Approximately a half hour later I was overwhelmed with this panicky sensation that I did not want to leave my baby in the garbage can.  This lasted for quite awhile. My partner reasoned with me that the garbage had already been changed and it was okay to feel that way but there were no other options.

Towards the end of the four-hour wait after watching people who looked less ill than me go into the treatment area I started crying and it was hard to get myself under control again. Twenty minutes later we had a room and shortly after that we saw the doctor. My boyfriend remarked I should have done that two hours earlier.When the doctor came into the room, he did a pelvic exam and said that he was pretty sure I had passed all the remains as I had stopped bleeding by then, so we could go home and follow up with our OB.  I asked if I needed the D&C or if it was okay to wait it out naturally.  He said it was probably fine at this point but to follow up with my doctor the next day and not eat anything until I spoke with him just in case.I felt groggy and weak, so I called my OB. He said this was a common occurrence and if I felt okay I could rest for a few days and follow up with him in two weeks.  I felt uncomfortable with that but agreed and hung up.The next day I felt ill and tired and just horrible.  I called my OB and told the receptionist I thought I needed an ultrasound.  By the next morning the cramps were almost unbearable so we went to the emergency room.  The doctor said it was old blood (it wasn’t) and put me on antibiotics and to follow up with my OB, the one I could never get a hold of.  I did the ultrasound that afternoon although this time they would not release the results, but promised to send them to my OB.The cramping and bleeding worsened until I passed a lot of tissue in the late afternoon. It was frightening and painful but I guess I knew what the ultrasound had said.  I could not get hold of my doctor and could just not face going back to the ER. My antibiotics were making me ill so I stopped taking them.  I tried all week to get in touch with my OB because I was frightened and missing classes and needed a letter from him.

On Friday I went and saw him and finally got my ultrasound results (a full week later). I told him about the tissue I passed and handed him a list of questions he hadn’t been available to answer.  He said that I probably was fine and answered my questions. At the end of the visit he said “I’ll see you when you are pregnant again,” which really hurt me. I felt the entire time I was left to go through this on my own.

I wish this were the end of the story, but a full month later I learned from my general practitioner that I still had pregnancy hormones and he thought there was retained tissue from my miscarriage. He then referred me to a different OB/Gyn at my request for follow up. I was desperately trying to catch up in a hard computer course at college and began fearing I would have to drop out entirely.

My new OB/Gyn was very kind and understanding. He gave me a full exam, an ultrasound and then performed a D&C in his office to remove the fetal sac that was remaining. He also talked to me and Adam about the problems with our medical community that we had been exposed to. The D&C was horrible and  VERY painful because I do not respond well to local anesthetic. It was very quick, though, and although it left me feeling pretty yucky, sore and emotional all over again for almost two weeks, it was necessary. At my follow up appointment a week later an exam and blood work looked good so we can finally put this behind us. We plan to start trying to conceive again after two cycles and this time will have an excellent OB/Gyn to support us during whatever the future holds. We hope that is a healthy pregnancy ending with a healthy baby.

What I have learned from this experience is to take charge of your own health, even though it is very hard to do so during a time of crisis. Feel free to demand good care if you feel you are not receiving it.



Mel’s Story

Our first pregnancy started out on a great note. We conceived the first time we tried, and we knew how lucky we were that “it worked.”   

In between six and seven weeks I started spotting. The doctor advised me that, as a precaution, I should stay home from work and relax for a couple of days but not to worry because any brown spotting is not dangerous and was, in fact, very common.

On Saturday morning I stood up but had a very intense cramp that was strong enough for me to have to sit down again. After a few seconds it went away, and I went to the washroom. When I got there all I could see was blood, bright red blood everywhere. I immediately screamed for my husband to come and help. He called the hospital and told them what was happening and to see if I would have to wait a long time to be seen if we came in. They said that if it was a miscarriage that they couldn’t help me anyway so I would most likely have to wait. We decided to get in the car and drive to a neighboring small town because we knew we would be seen right away. On the way there I felt two big gushes of blood come out of me.

The doctors saw me right away and did an internal exam. He said my cervix was still closed, however, it was not as tight as he thought it should be. He said he felt that I was indeed having a miscarriage, that there was nothing they could do to stop it, and, unfortunately, I would have to wait to see my own doctor and order an ultrasound on Monday. On Monday I had to go in alone. They would not let my husband come in with me. I told the technician what happened on the weekend and that she wouldn’t find anything because I’d already lost the baby. A few minutes later she said, “Did the doctor say you had a miscarriage?” I told her yes.

Then she said, “Well, You’re still pregnant!”

I asked her if it could have been twins and I lost one. She said that is rare but it is a possibility. Since, I hadn’t had an ultrasound earlier, I had no proof that I’d been pregnant with twins.

The rest of the pregnancy was difficult, but on July 22, Kathleen Marie was born. I wouldn’t understand that I had indeed lost a twin until the next pregnancy.

A year and a half later We became pregnant again. When I was 14 weeks pregnant, I started spotting (brown, just like before). The doctor said not to worry. I was the right size, everything felt fine, I was feeling pregnant and being sick so not to worry.

Christmas Eve morning I woke up to bright red bleeding. I immediately called the doctor and said “I’m coming in and I AM HAVING AN ULTRASOUND TODAY — I DON’T CARE WHAT DAY IT IS. I AM NOT GOING THROUGH THREE DAYS OF UNCERTAINTY AGAIN.”

I went for an ultrasound, again they would not let my husband come in, and the technician would not let me look so I knew that was a bad sign. They could not see a heartbeat or a “fetus.” He said that the fetus had probably died several weeks before, but my body had continued to think I was pregnant and continued to nourish a placenta. He said we could schedule a D&C or I could wait and hope it happened on its own. I was terrified of the thought of a D&C and it was Christmas, besides I thought of what happened the first time and so we opted to wait.

On Boxing Day, just before dinner, I started getting some cramping and the bleeding had gotten worse. I figured this was par for the course so I didn’t say anything to our hosts (who up until then had avoided the topic like the plague anyway.) While we were eating, I began to realize that these cramps were happening at regular intervals and that they had gradually gotten worse. I then said to my husband, “I’m in labor.”

Things progressed to the point where I was having to do ‘labor breathing’ in order to get through each contraction. The bleeding all at once started to get much heavier so I thought we’d better go to the hospital. I had a contraction that had lasted about 45 minutes with no let up, and I was in tears with the pain. It was unbearable.

In a matter of seconds, this long, unbearable contraction climaxed (for a brief second or two) and ended. Immediately I felt three huge gushes which, in an instant, threw me back to sitting in the bathroom some two years before. It was exactly the same sensation. I said to my husband, “Oh my God, this is it. This is exactly the same. We’ve lost another one.”

There’s no way they can tell me that my first pregnancy wasn’t twins. That big cramp and the gushes were the same!

Once inside the hospital I was examined and as I stood up so that I could change my blood-soaked clothes, I could feel a big ‘something’ coming out of me. I couldn’t control myself any longer. I thought for sure it was the baby coming out and I was bawling. I could see a ‘clot’ about the size of the palm of my hand before the doctor whisked it away to pathology. She later told me that it was most likely the placenta.

We were told to wait three months until we try again. I wanted to try right away because I think that having another baby is the only thing that will make me feel better. Because I now know that I’ve lost two babies already, I am seeing a OB/Gyn to monitor me more closely. He has guaranteed me that we will start earlier ultrasounds next time I get pregnant so that if there are any problems we know right away. I probably be terrified anyway, but at least I’ll be able to see the baby progress on the screen and have some sense of peace.

We have named our two babies and my husband and I each wear a pendant with their initials on it, and we will plant something in the spring to remind us of them. We now hold onto our belief that we have two very special angels that we will see some day.


Mother of Kelly and Gabriel

Update: Mel had another healthy baby in January 2001 and a third in November 2003.

Feel free to add your First Trimester Story in the comments to share your experiences with other women and help us learn about the many ways we endure and cope with our loss.

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  1. Thank you all for sharing! I have needed to tell my story for so long. I had my firs baby in 2006. In 2008 I found out I was pregnant again. It did not feel right. I was sitting in my car one day and this very sharp very painful stabbing feeling hit me very fast on my lower left side. Right where I had figured my ovarie was. I thought it strange. I went to the hospital and they said yes I was pregnant and my levels were not what they should be. I was having a miscarriage. Or like my hospital paperwork said I was having an abortion. Which I really did not like to see those word. I was not bleeding or cramping. I was waiting for cramping and pin and a lot of blood. Never came. I started to lightly spot bright red blood. I went to the ER again I told them I am having an eptopic pregnancy and I would like to have them confirm that fact. They said I was not far enough along and that I would not know that. I was so mad. I begged them to give me an ultrasound. They refused. I went to another ER and was told that I should just go home and bleed out my miscarriage. So, I went home and that night I started to feel very strange. I thought at first I was having gas pains. I took abunch of gas-x. I took a bath. I laid down with my daughter and tried to sleep. I got back in the bath. The pain was worse. The chills were creeping in.I had the worst and sharpest pain in my shoulder. I felt very shaky and very lightheaded. I felt cold. I did not know what to do. I just remember them telling me to go bleed out. I was not bleeding that much though. I had only spotted a little. I stayed in the bathtub until I thought I was not going to be able to handle whatever was going on another min. I finally called my mom and asked her to come get my daughter because I thought maybe I should try the ER again. I do not remember much after that. I remember my mom telling me go unlock the front door and then I remember the paramedics waking me up and asking me questions. All I could tell them is that I was pregnant but had a confirmed miscarriage from the hospital. And then I remember being in the ER and the doctors trying to get me to wake up and talk to them. I was raised JW. I had stated when I was in the ambulance that I did not want blood. I do not really remember telling anyone in particular this fact. The ER doctors were talking over me while I was laying there in my very peaceful state. I was so close to giving in to that feeling that came over me. I know I could have let go and died. So did the doctors, they were telling me I had lost over half my blood and that I had to take blood. Then they said that they would giv me blood because I was not coherent. I did not care about anthing at that point I was slipping in to the most peaceful peace I could ever have imagined. Then one of the doctors spoke to me very directly. It was like I only heard his voice. All the commotion and machines and people were gone and I heard his voice, he said “Your daughter is 2. She needs you. Don’t you want to see her again?” And I felt the peaceful wonder that I was slipping into get farther from me. He continued to ask me about her. He said her name and he told me that she loved me. I then heard everything around me and I said yes please save me. That was my last thought until I woke up in a hospital room with tubes in my throat and a piece of my tooth in my mouth. I was alive. I was grateful for that. I had 34 staples in my stomach they cut m from navel to pelvic. I lost more than half my blood. I had to stay in the hospital for over a week just so I could have enough blood in my body that they could allow me to walk out the door. I asked if I could go home at one point and the DR came and said that they could not allow me to go home in case I was to get cut or haves a household accident and start to bleed out, because I would possibly not have enough blood to get me back to the hospital in time from “:bleeding out”. I lost my mind for a year after that whole incident and nobody was there to listen to my pain. I am grateful that I could post my story here. Even if nobody reads this. I feel a little better about it. I am not going to proofread it or edit it. In the rare chance someone does read this let me apologize for any errors and or grammatical mistakes. I have 3 kids in total now. But I have a severe anxiety about internal bleeding. If I would have just had one of the 4 different ER’s listen to me or explain what might be happening to me I really would have handled things different. But when you know what is wrong with you and the people whom are the professionals tell you your wrong you start to second geuss yourself..My advice is DO NOT TAKE THE DIRECTIONS THE “PROS” GIVE YOU IF YOUR BODY AND MIND ARE TELLING YOU SOMETHING DIFFERNT. GET LOUD. BE HEARD. FEEL BETTER.

  2. Haley,

    I just want to let you know that I read every word, and I’m so very sorry. We just found out today that my daughter lost her pregnancy of 11 weeks. Her second ultrasound found no fetal heartbeat. You have every right to feel scared, angry, heartbroken, and empty. I’m so glad that you chose to fight, for yourself and those who love and need you. God bless, dear. You are not alone.

  3. I had a miscarriage at 15, I know that sounds bad but its true. i thought i was just because i was so young entill a month and a half ago…
    Austin and I moved out of my moms house and in with his bestfriend and his girlfriend. i started getting sick and my boobs got sore,, then i coudnt fit any of my pants ( im normaly a size 00) ny boobs stopped being sore for a while after i couldnt fit my bra anymore, i talked to Austin about how he wanted to put our baby up for adoption but i wasnt okay with it. The nest day i started my “period” i was cramping so bad i couldnt walk but i noticed that it wasnt a normal period behcause th cramps wernt the same adn when i started i felt like i had to poop. well a month has passed i havent had my period i have come to turms that i misscarried agan

  4. I’m so glad I found this website! I’m sitting here in tears and feeling somewhat hopeful for the first time in months.

    My husband and I had our first daughter 3.5 years ago on our first try (I was age 38). Easy peasy, right? We started trying again 2 years ago with no success. We finally decided to go see a fertility specialist several months ago. Mostly just my examinations had taken place when we suddenly found ourselves pregnant on our own after 2 years! We were ecstatic! Sadly, I started spotting at 8 weeks. We went to the ER and they did an ultrasound. There was the baby and there was the heartbeat. They said that was a ‘good’ sign. Then the next day I had a miscarriage. I sometimes wonder if it would have been easier to cope had I not seen the heartbeat the day before.

    The entire miscarriage cleared in about 3 days and they did a blood test and my hcg levels were back to zero. My husband and I weren’t actively trying that month after the miscarriage. About 4 weeks after the miscarriage I started bleeding and thought it was my period. But it lasted for 2 weeks. At that point I called my doctor. They brought me in and I asked them if this was ‘normal’ after a miscarriage. They ran some blood tests for anemia and for my thyroid. I got a call later that day and they told me I was pregnant! They asked that I come in 2 days later for another blood test and again it showed my numbers progressing normally for a pregnancy. The problem was that I had been bleeding heavily for those 4 days, with clots. Plus, I didn’t have any symptoms at all (and I always get symptoms right away.) Not even any pain. I made an appt. for an ultrasound that Friday. Luckily, I brought my husband with me as I was feeling some serious pain that day, but it felt like indigestion. The doctor did an ultrasound and it looked to be an ectopic pregnancy. We go to a very state of the art military facility/hospital. He made some phone calls and sent me to the next building over for a better scan with a better machine. Once they saw what was going on, I was rushed to the OR, my husband hadn’t even filled out any paperwork yet. The ectopic pregnancy was about to burst and I had been slowly internally bleeding. Sadly, to remove the fetus, they had to take a tube as well.

    So here I sit, 41 years old after TTC for 2 years, down to one fallopian tube, wondering what will happen next. I’m scared to death of succeeding only to have another miscarriage or, God forbid, ectopic pregnancy which could cause them to take the other tube. I am feeling so hopeful, though, that trying the method in Egg Meets Sperm, that we may still have a chance at conceiving again and having it go full term.

  5. I got pregnant and was so happy but my stopped growing at 3 weeks and didn’t knw until the 5th week now I asking when can I start trying again it’s been a week since the bleeding has stopped

  6. Sixteen years, ten years, eight years… later. Thank you for your stories. It helps to relate with someone. Your past is helping me go through my present; A third miscarriage.
    I truly did not understand the emotions that one goes through, until it happened to me; once, twice and now thrice.

    This is a song by Lady Gaga, on sexual assualt. But the words resonate to many in different situations.
    You tell me it gets better, it gets better in time
    You say I’ll pull myself together, pull it together, you’ll be fine
    Tell me, what the hell do you know? What do you know?
    Tell me how the hell could you know? How could you know?

    Till it happens to you, you don’t know how it feels, how it feels
    Till it happens to you, you won’t know, it won’t be real
    No, it won’t be real, won’t know how it feels

    You tell me hold your head up, hold your head up and be strong
    Cause when you fall you gotta get up, you gotta get up and move on
    Tell me how the hell could you talk, how could you talk?
    Cause until you walk where I walk, this is no joke

    Till it happens to you, you don’t know how it feels, how it feels
    Till it happens to you, you won’t know, it won’t be real
    (How could you know?)
    No it won’t be real
    (How could you know?)
    Won’t know how I feel

    Till your world burns and crashes
    Till you’re at the end, the end of your rope
    Till you’re standing in my shoes
    I don’t wanna hear a thing from you, from you, from you
    Cause you don’t know

    Till it happens to you, you don’t know how I feel, how I feel
    How I feel
    Till it happens to you, you won’t know, it won’t be real
    (How could you know?)
    No it won’t be real
    (How could you know?)
    Won’t know how it feels

    Till it happens to you
    Happens to you
    Happens to you
    Happens to you
    Happens to you
    Happens to you
    (How could you know?)
    Till it happens you
    You won’t know how I feel

  7. I am very sorry. Thank you for sharing your experience. We were married for 3 years and wanted to have kids. I have problems with my reproductive and my ob gyne give me medicine for fertility. After many consultations and prescriptions, unfortunately I was able to get pregnant but I’m not losing my hope.

  8. My daughter had her second OB office visit on Friday 6/3/16 where she had blood drawn. That morning she said her lower back hurt worse than normal. She didn’t tell her doctor about it so I assumed it was better. That night she was at work and started spotting and she called me. I googled it because I didn’t spot when I was pregnant and had nothing to go by. The back pain got worse and on Saturday morning I told her to call her doctor. She did and it took three more calls before someone finally called her back late that afternoon. She could understand what this doctor was saying and he got mad at her and yelled at her because his accent was to strong for her to understand. So, Monday I called the office and they got her in at nine that morning. My daughter is 20, she was scared and so was I. They did an ultrasound and she was excited because the baby was still there. I knew. There was no heartbeat. They sent us home with an appt for a week out to do another ultrasound to make sure she passed everything. Okay, so it’s Wednesday and it’s been two days, two days. She hasn’t heard a word from that doctors office. Nothing. I thought maybe they would call and check on her. Nope. I’m so disappointed. My daughter is heart broken. So what I’ve read on here is that a lot of you felt when the unfortunate happened(passing the baby). My daughter said she hasn’t felt anything but pain and a foul odor. I’m scared that on Tuesday they’ll tell her she has to have a D&C.
    Thank you all for sharing your stories. I know they helped me. I know I was just the grandmother but I feel the loss. My heart hurts so bad. I’m the one crying all the time. Silly I know but it’s a mixture of hurting for my daughter and wishing I could just take it away for her, and the loss of having a grandbaby.

    Thank you so much for sharing.


  9. Anne, I had an ectopic pregnancy that ruptured in 1999. In Nov. of 2000 at 35 years old, I had my 4th child. In March of 2007, at the age of 41, I had my fifth child. I did have an Hystersalpingogram prior to the last pregnancy. Good luck.

  10. I have 3 kids. And I have had miscarriages in between giving birth to them. Altogether I think I have had 7 miscarriages.

    Getting pregnant a few months after a miscarriages seems to be not working for me. had to wait a whole a year to try again.

  11. I recently had a medically managed miscarriage. It was traumatic & heartbreaking. To try & heal I wrote a poem to the little life we lost and I hope you don’t mind me sharing it with you:

    You will never know the love that I felt in the instant you were confirmed. You will never know the joy, the need to hold and protect my belly because you were inside it, and the agony of having to wait nine months before I could hold you in my arms.
    And even though my back ached and my boobs were so sore, and the heartburn, and all those Nana naps, I didn’t care. Bring it on! For all the pain in the world is worth holding you in my arms.

    But then it all stopped. I couldn’t feel you anymore. And, in the back of my mind, I knew. But I ignored my intuition and held on to hope – after trying for so long and hard surely it’s just me being paranoid!

    So we carried on talking to you, and I carried on making plans in my head for the next nine months, two years, 10, 18. Dreams about a girl, or a boy, what name, what will you look like? Who will you look like?
    I almost got lost in it all, but in the dark corners of my mind, I had a feeling.

    The day finally came, at 8.5 weeks, the dating scan. And as the woman measured your tiny body, she stated that I must’ve got my dates wrong. You were two weeks behind. But we’ve been trying to make you for over a year, tracking every week, every month, every cycle, every ovulation, how could I get the dates wrong?!

    She said, it’s fine, we see it all the time. Just come back next week and we’ll make sure everything’s OK.

    Next week? She wants me to wait a whole week, hoping and praying that you’re still alive??

    But I knew anyway. I’d felt it 2 weeks before. Your spirit had left me. You’d stopped growing for some reason, and just lay inside me, still.

    And my body clung to you, with every ounce of my being, my body was not letting go. All this time, all this love, how could it let go now?

    The tests over the next few days confirmed my fears, and a plan was laid out. I was to take tablets that would force you out of my body. But even that didn’t work.

    As I laid on a hospital bed at midnight with my feet together, my knees open, and a clamp inside me so that the two doctors could see all the blood pouring from my body, I covered my face in undignified shame.

    She said she sees some tissue caught deep inside and reaches in and grabs you, and I feel you ripped from my body, and there’s more blood. She discards you on the table, covers me up and they leave.
    And you’re there, on the table, cold and all alone and I don’t even know it’s you because surely no one would treat something that was once living and growing like that.

    Thank God for the nurse. She sees you immediately. She rescues you, puts you in a jar and gives you to me. And I see you. Your tiny body, and you were just forming eyes and arms and legs. And I still feel so much love for you, you tiny thing. But you’re gone, you’ve left me.

    The nurse takes you away for testing, but you’re all I see for days. My tiny baby, on a table, cold and alone.

    Everything else, all the pain, all the blood and trauma, nothing else means anything, because now I’m empty. You’re gone.
    And how long will this heartbreak last? When will I feel OK again? Happy?

    We’ve named you BB, because you were only the size of a broad bean, and because BB is close to baby, which is what we, your parents, call each other.

    As soon as we get you back, our precious baby, we’re going to lay you to rest with your Grandma. She will protect you now too.
    Our beautiful BB,
    God only knows the person you might’ve been, and the reasons you never were.
    And even though you were inside me for the shortest time, our connection was immediate and unbreakable, and our love for you will never die. Your spirit will never be forgotten. Love you always.
    Rest In Peace

  12. I miscarried my angel baby at 9 weeks 3 days. It was an unexpected spontaneous miscarriage…this was my second baby after a gap of 7 long years, my previous pregnency was healthy I did not face any issues at all, am 35 now and I have realised age can change your body drastically…all was well until I started to spot which eventually became moderate amount of bleeds but I was told it’s quite common in first trimester as my fetus has healthy and had a strong heart beat of 173 and this was during the ultrasound a day before my gynec was not able to diagnose where my bleeding was coming from..this freaked me more but I never expected to miscarry as baby was fine but life is so unpredictable..i got cramps and miscarried naturally.. I still don’t know the reason of my loss if I could have saved my baby or not by meeting another devastated and scared again to try for another gynec brushed of saying my fetus might have had chromosomal abnormalities and I shud try again after 2 cycles

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