When I first found out I was pregnant, my boyfriend was the first person to know and then I sent out a mass text to all my friends. I waited to tell mom after my nephew’s birthday, then after it was over I pulled her aside and gave her a congrats on becoming a new grandparent card. She thought it was a joke until she saw me tear up saying “just so know this isn’t a joke” and of course she was happy and crying tears of joy.
Well, later that night around 3:30 in the morning, I started having cramping like 30 times worse than having menstrual cramps and I was bleeding BAD and HEAVY, so I went back to bed.
I woke up in the morning and something deep down told me something wasn’t right, so I call my mom and she urged me to go to the ER. My best friend, mother (who met us there) and I went to the ER. After being there for 6 hours and running test, ultrasounds, they said I had an early miscarriage and told me I was around 4 weeks and 4 days.
After hearing that kind of news, it was like someone was ripping my heart out. It’s been one month since I had my miscarriage and I’m not the same person anymore. My boyfriend and I stopped trying for at least a year so I can heal from this whole ordeal because nobody really knows what you’re going through unless they’ve been through it themselves.