My husband and I finally got our positive test and were enjoying all the parts of early pregnancy and sharing our happy news.
Then, at a little over eight weeks, I began to bleed. My doctor wouldn’t confirm anything, so I waited for the bleeding to increase.
As it worsened, I fell apart.
What was I supposed to do? I hid away and didn’t want my husband to see me and I wish I had done something different. I’m not sure what, but I wish I at least had something to bury, to hold onto.
I have nothing to prove my baby’s existence on earth except the broken heart of my husband and I.
How do I cope with all this AND the questions people ask? What did I do? Why did it happen? When will we try again?
How do you respond?