My story starts in 1991 when I was 19 years old. I met a wonderful man named Gary and finally in 1993 we decided to start a family. I got pregnant and 7 weeks later had a miscarriage. It was tough, but I thought, "Okay, this is just something that happens." The first miscarriage was such a scare that we waited another 3 years before trying again. Again, after 7 weeks, another miscarriage. The doctors said it's just something that happens.
After my 5th loss, we decided it was time to see a specialist. I've had every test imaginable and everything came back good. So is this just something that happens? We continued trying all the way up to 2005. That is when I suffered my 8th and last miscarriage. I think that was the worst one. At my age then (33), I knew that there was probably no hope left. We decided for my well-being to stop trying.
God has kept me sane and I don't blame anyone, I just can't understand why. I do believe that time helps heal wounds, and mine are gradually healing day by day. I think the 2 hardest things now are realizing that I will be alone as I get older, and holidays are always very bad. Especially holidays that involve children.
One good thing about all 8 of my miscarriages is that none were over 8 weeks and I got to see 1 heartbeat but never heard any. I think that may have helped me....
Written and permission granted by: Lori #494778
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