Miscarriage
It wasn’t planned. My first born son was just a toddler, not even two yet. I was pregnant again. I remember this overwhelming feeling of fear when I first found out. I was not prepared for another baby so soon and wasn’t even sure at that point in my life if I wanted to have more than one child. At the first gynecologist appointment, everything appeared fine. A healthy heartbeat was detected. I was given pictures of the ultrasound. A due date was set. I was trying to come to terms with having another child so soon after the first. A couple of weeks later, when I was approximately eight or nine weeks along, I became sick. I’m not sure if it was a virus or food poisoning, but it caused me to vomit so violently that I started to bleed. I knew something was wrong. I scheduled a follow up gynecological appointment. The ultrasound technician had to call the doctor into the room. They could no longer detect a fetal heartbeat. My doctor looked at the ultrasound screen and said, “The brai