My pregnancy was unplanned, so why am I so heartbroken over this miscarriage? #Families#miscarriage#pregnancy#unexpected pregnancies September 30 | Guest post by Stef Thompson Miscarriage rememberance necklace from Etsy seller SweetPeasStamping Dear Child [Not the one who gives me huge sloppy kisses, but the other one inside my tummy], We've had a pretty odd beginning. Other women will tell you that it was their tingling breasts, missed period or some odd intuition that they 'just knew' they were pregnant. For me, not taking a dump in four days was a sign that something was up. One bulk pregnancy test purchase later, I got a sign I didn't need. Two lines, mocking me inside the toilets of McDonalds. Some women cry for different reasons over home pregnancy tests; anguish over yet another negative result or perhaps joy after months or even years of trying. I'm not sure why I cried but a few days later, there were a few more sobs at the doctors office with the official news that I was up the duff. Your father's response wasn't quite what I expected either. I thought a normal reaction to this sort of news would have been "Fuck" or maybe even an "Are you sure?" The announcement of your existence was met with an "I TOLD YOU I HAD SUPER SPERM" followed by "I should text my best mate, at least he got six months of trying before his wife fell pregnant". After I let Daddy marvel at the strength of his semen, we had to decide what to do with you, the unexpected womb visitor. The rational part of my brain ticked over all the reasons why we needed to say goodbye, but then by golly those hormones got to me and all I could think was Babies, babies, babies, NOW! Everywhere I looked there were pregnant women and babies. Related Post "I don't think I'll stop feeling scared and apprehensive": pregnancy after multiple miscarriages With the help of some recent high profile announcements we're starting to get better at talking about miscarriage, but when you clock three in a... Read more Don't they look so sweet and cute? I'd think to myself, I could totally do the whole motherhood thing, hell I already have a part-time kid care of your father. I would like to say it was the experience of seeing your bean-like outline on the screen but honestly the only thing on my mind was willing the moment the radiologist would stop pushing that metal wand thingy into my full bladder and let me go pee. I've been trying to get used to the feeling that my body isn't entirely my own anymore. I wake up tired, I grow more tired throughout the day, then I go home and take a nap before pulling myself off the sofa to go to bed for the night. Not to mention the constant nausea, regular vomiting, and my little b-cup breasts exploding seemingly overnight into giant D cups a few weeks into this journey. Your Dad asked me what it's like being pregnant and the only description I give was that pregnancy is like having a permanent hangover after not sleeping for a week. That feeling of being stuck with hangover has meant I chowed my way through many Whopper meals, my favorite hangover food, way more than either of us would have liked. While we're on the topic of 'bad food' I apologize for putting you in mortal peril by eating my way through the following banned foods: brie, sushi, sashimi, smoked salmon, raw cookie dough, ham, homemade ice-cream and tiramsu. But hey, at least I've stayed away from caffeine and booze so I'm not really that bad a hostess right? But as it turned out, I was a bad hostess. Just as I was getting used to the concept of being pregnant and excited about being your mother, week 13 hit. For most women week 13 is the time they get to relax as the "danger time" for miscarriage has passed. My week 13 involved getting a bad sign in the middle of nowheresville Australia and bouncing from one hospital to the next trying to find someone who could give me a good sign. Instead, the doctor confirmed what I already feared was going on: my pregnancy hormone levels had already plummeted, which meant you weren't alive anymore. It's odd that I should feel that my heart is broken into a million tiny pieces over your short existence. At first, all I could think about was how all the drama in my life, lack of space, and astronomical lawyers bills made Plan A, abortion, the only real option. But when the time came to start making the arrangements, I couldn't go through with Plan A. Why, you might wonder? I suppose it was because even though you were a huge surprise and your timing was really crappy, on a certain level you were desperately wanted. That moment of knowing was much like your existence, so brief I'm pretty sure we almost missed it. But one day your daddy rubbed my tummy and asked "How's my baby?" with his cheeky grin. I think that's the point when we both decided that no matter how bad the timing, Plan A had just be torn to shreds. But now it's me that feels like I'm being pulled to shreds. I'm sitting in a foreign land with a dead fetus in my belly, feeling so alone. The only comfort is that even though this pregnancy ended in disaster, at least I have no trouble with the getting pregnant part of the procreation process. Someday hopefully not long from now, I'll be holding a healthy child in my arms and the pieces of my heart will be put back together again. Except for the one piece you'll always have. Love from, Mummy Reporter Name * Reporter Email * Original text Enter the original text here. Edited text* Enter your suggested copyedit here. Notes You can add a note for the editor here. * Required information. Fix Typo Guest post written by Stef Thompson Stef is a 30 year old office flunky. In her spare time likes traveling to offbeat lands. She lives with her partner and for almost half the time with his 5 year old daughter. http://thehandmirror.blogspot.com PREVIOUS Self-rescuing princess t-shirt – You're darn right NEXT …And my midwife makes three Show/Hide comments [ 21 ] That was really powerful. An experience that no one should have to go through. You are a brave strong woman and I wish the best to you. 2 agree Reply I'm so sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing your story. 1 agrees Reply Oh sweet soul… thank you for sharing your story with us… sending you so much love! 1 agrees Reply so many of us can relate completely to your story. beautifully true. 1 agrees Reply Thank you for sharing your heart and your story. I think sometimes folks forget that loosing any pregnancy is emotional – it doesn't matter if the loss is early or late in the pregnancy. It doesn't matter if the loss is from choice or happenstance. It is still a loss, and grief is normal. Thank you for reminding us all of this. Oh, and many *hugs*. 1 agrees Reply Wow. That was so personal, and so moving, thank you for sharing with us. Reply I was wondering how this site would address the babyloss community. Thanks for this. Reply Thank you for sharing your story, and I am sorry for your loss.. what you wrote was truly moving. Reply That was beautiful writing, but I want to cry! I'm so sorry for your loss, but thank you for sharing. Reply Through your humor, I can see & feel your pain. I just had a miscarriage as well and I know how terrible you feel. Hang in there, grieve the loss. We did some rituals and writing to help us through. I know we will conceive again too! Best of luck : ) Reply Through your humor, I can see & feel your pain. I just had a miscarriage as well and I know how terrible you feel. Hang in there, grieve the loss. We did some rituals and writing to help us through. I know we will conceive again too! Best of luck : ) Reply Your story moved me to tears, thank you for sharing your experience. 1 agrees Reply Thank you for the honesty with which you shared your story. Reply Thank you so much for your well wishes. The hardest thing is trying not to think to myself, I should be this far along today which I still do… grrr. 2 agree Reply I do that too, the whole I should be so far along today. the due date will be coming up here in December and I just don't know what I will do. Our stories are so similar. I hope you are feeling better and I am so sorry for your loss. I also like to think of the bright side, at least now I know that I do actually want kids and I know we are actually able to get pregnant when we want to (before my short pregnancy the dr's told me it would be extremely hard to conceive, they were wrong). Again I hope you are feeling better now and you will be in my thoughts. 1 agrees Reply I started out laughing, and absolutely loved this, and by the end I was crying. When you get pregnant and have a child, please continue to write! 1 agrees Reply It will be fouryears this December. I still think "my baby would be three years old right now if…" It got easier, but it is a pain that I will never forget. My heart goes out to you and thank you so much for sharing with us. 1 agrees Reply Thanks for sharing this xx Reply Beautiful! I cried Reply Thank you. I was also moved to tears and lost our first baby on Wednesday. Thank you for your eloquent sharing of so many of our stories. 2 agree Reply That brought tears to my eyes.. I have no clue what it feels like to be going through what you are going through right now.. all I can offer is a hug. I'm in Perth, most isolated city in the world, nowheresville, Western Australia. 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