We found out that I was pregnant on Christmas Eve. I found out that I lost the baby this morning.
The statistics for miscarriage are depressingly high, especially this early on. It doesn’t make it hurt any less. I am in shock. I had worked very hard to let myself be “okay” either way and not get attached until the 12 week mark. But I had bleeding at 6 weeks and got to see the heartbeat. I convinced myself I was out of the woods. I started buying maternity clothes and thinking about baby showers.
I had light bleeding this morning so I dragged myself back to the OB, assuming nothing was wrong. I didn’t even have Rob with me. And there it was.. or wasn’t. No heartbeat.
So here I am, another statistic. One of the many, many women that has to go through this.
Right now, I feel as if I am waiting to breathe again.