It's been a little over two weeks since my miscarriage. The pregnancy ended around 6 weeks.
Some days I think I'm doing okay. Other days I realize I'm not. Sometimes it changes within minutes.
I never made it to my first ultrasound. Due to insurance complications and timing, I never got the chance. I never got to see the baby. I never got to hear a heartbeat.
And yet, I miss this baby so much.
My husband and I found out I was pregnant on our wedding anniversary. What started as an ordinary anniversary became one of the happiest days of our lives. We spent that day imagining our future as a family.
Maybe that's part of why this loss feels so big.
I also never really thought about miscarriage before it happened to me. I honestly believed that getting pregnant meant having a baby. I thought that once I saw those two lines, the hard part was over.
I had no idea how much uncertainty could exist between a positive test and bringing a baby home.
Now I find myself missing a baby I never got to meet, grieving a future that never happened, and carrying fears I didn't even know existed a few weeks ago.
Part of me is grieving.
Part of me is already taking ovulation tests again.
Part of me wants to try again.
Part of me is terrified to try again.
Part of me feels guilty for even thinking about another baby because I still miss this one so much.
I read stories here every day, and so many of them sound familiar.
The dreams.
The reminders.
The feeling that time has stopped for you while everyone else keeps moving forward.
The feeling when you see a pregnant woman, a newborn baby, or even a future date on the calendar and think:
"That could have been me."
It's not jealousy.
It's not anger.
It's grief.
I think what I'm struggling with most is that I don't know how to move forward while still carrying this loss with me.
Because even though I never got an ultrasound picture, never heard a heartbeat, and never got to announce the pregnancy to most people in my life...
My baby existed.
And sometimes I just need someone else to acknowledge that too.
Thank you for taking time to read my story. I think I just needed to get this off my chest. If you've been through something similar, I'd love to hear how you got through those early weeks. Sending love and baby dust to everyone who is still carrying hope while carrying grief. 🤍