Submitted by: Anonymous Mom

When I found out I was pregnant with my third baby, I was happy and excited.
I had no worries since I already had two healthy kids whom I carried and birthed with no problems.

I was 8 weeks pregnant when I started spotting. In a panic, I called my Dr. and she assured me it was normal to spot without pain. I was relieved to hear that, but two days after my call to my Dr. I started bleeding heavily.

I never in a million years thought losing a pregnancy naturally would cause so much suffering. I had non-stop contractions for two days straight. As the days passed, I didn’t know how to react. I just wanted to be left alone. I blamed myself often and questioned myself, “what did I do to cause this?”

It was devastating. I felt like I had done something wrong. Months past and again, I found out I was pregnant with twins. My Dr. did an ultrasound and everything looked good. Yet, I was scared it would happen again.

The fears and memories were still vivid in my head. At 10 weeks, I went for a check-up, they found a heartbeat and sent me home with an appointment to return weeks later. Again, I started bleeding before I was due for my next appointment.

What I did not realize was that the next 48 hours were going to be a living hell for me. The pain, both mentally and emotionally, was so hard. I felt defeated.

I had two beautiful girls, so I began to think, maybe that was enough for us. I told myself that my body wasn’t able to carry anymore babies. So, I prayed hard for the capacity to move on with my life and find healing.

Yet, just 6 months later I found out I was pregnant again after two miscarriages.

I braced myself. Going through a miscarriage, multiple miscarriages in my experience, takes away any type of excitement and happiness. I felt scared to death and felt defeated. At my 3 month ultrasound, I found out I had placenta previa, which means the placenta partially or totally covers the mother’s cervix, but other than that everything else checked out and was okay.

On my 20 week check up, my placenta had repositioned itself and I welcomed a healthy baby boy into this world.

Looking back today, the physical and mental pain I went through during my miscarriages is one that lives with me every day. It is part of me, part of my life and journey.

If you have ever gone through a miscarriage, you understand the pain I am referring to. Please know you are not alone. It’s not something to brush under the rug. Believe it or not, It’s a common thing that happens to women.

I share this with you because I know first hand if someone shared their story with me when I was going through it, it would have made me feel less alone. I know it’s not common to talk about it in our culture, so let’s break the stigma together and share our stories with the women in our lives who do experience miscarriages.

You are not alone and you didn’t do anything wrong.