Hi all, Im so sorry to read of everyone’s losses . I hope it’s ok to join here, I found this group while I was searching the internet for stories of others going through miscarriage.
I had a D&C last week at 11 weeks pregnant and am currently completely overwhelmed by the loneliness and isolation of loss.
I had seen this little baby moving on ultrasound and with a strong heartbeat at 10 weeks, and just 4 days later had my first appointment with my OB, and the second he put the ultrasound probe on my belly I knew , there was no longer the beautiful flickering of a little heart, baby was so still.
I had absolutely no sign that anything was wrong, zero spotting , still had bad morning sickness and very sore boobs. I chose the D&C because I couldn’t bare to be feeling so pregnant while knowing my baby had died.
I’ve had two miscarriages in the past but for both the first sign was bleeding and they passed naturally .
It took 3 years to conceive this baby, I am overwhelmed with despair, and feeling like a bitter, twisted version of myself. One of my close friends was already pregnant and due 2 months before I would have been, and another close friend just announced her pregnancy this past weekend, and she will be due a few weeks after I would have been.
I feel bitter, jealous, Hateful.
Not only because my baby is gone, but also because not one of my close friends has ever experienced a miscarriage- nor with infertility or trouble conceiving- and therefore the way they view early pregnancy is completely different to me. For them, a positive pregnancy test is a definite certainty that they will be bringing a new baby home in a few months time- because for them, it always has been.
They are excited, telling their older kids immediately, announcing the pregnancy , lamenting over how they will be heavily pregnant and uncomfortable through the summer months. Buying baby clothes.
I’m jealous of their happiness and certainty- all of that has been stripped away for me by miscarriages, first trimester is a terrifying, anxious, on edge time where I can’t look any further forward than a few days at most , where every toilet trip is terrifying, expecting to see blood.
It’s a totally different experience . And now grieving this baby while they excitedly plan for theirs, I just feel really lonely , feeling like a bitter mean little person, desperate to be pregnant again but despairing that it will never happen or just end in loss again.