This is going to be a heavy, sad week on my blog. I understand if this is too heavy to read, but I truly feel compelled to share my story. When I went through my miscarriage, I needed to hear other women’s stories…to hear about their pain, but also about their healing.
Many friends and family members offered to take my boys any time I needed it, but what I needed most was normalcy. I still broke down randomly and bawled, but at least I could hold my boys and be constantly reminded why on earth I had ever wanted to become pregnant. I needed to do the laundry and dishes; to feel like I had some control over my life.
The week after my ultrasound I went in for the D&C. It was very similar to Jessie Leigh’s experience and I used her post to help me know what to expect. As we drove to the hospital, I turned to my husband and said “it feels like I’m going to a funeral.” There were tears, there were comforting hugs from my husband and the nurses…there was healing.
For me, the D&C provided closure. I could finally move to the next stage of my life…for 5 weeks I had been living with the fear of losing my baby, and later the knowledge that I had lost my baby.