My loss at 5 weeks, I started cramping really bad the night before and I knew I was losing my baby. That loss actually didn’t affect me the way my other two did.
My second loss at 8 weeks 5 days was confirmed at my first ultrasound. I went in having a bad feeling. When they couldn’t see the baby, I was told to come back because I could be early. I knew then my pregnancy wasn’t viable based on when I got my positive test. It was confirmed a week later. I took misoprostol. Two doses later and my body still wouldn’t let go, so I opted for a D&C after there was absolutely no change in the sac.
I went through all this during my birthday and the Christmas holidays. I had no motivation to do anything. I cried all the time and ended up in a very dark place. If it wasn’t for the two kids I already had, I’m not sure how I would have pulled myself out.
My third loss, everything was going great but I still requested my OB to check on the baby regularly. At 16 weeks 5 days, I went for a fetal heart check at my OB’s and once again had that dreaded feeling that it’s not going to be a good appointment. The OB couldn’t find any movement or a heartbeat. I was admitted to hospital to be induced.
After a couple hours of crying with my spouse, I was completely numb. It took almost 48 hours until my son was born. Once I finally held his lifeless body, I fell apart.
Waiting on Sunrise 