I call miscarriage number 2 my middle child. I don't know much about middle children. In my family, I have a brother who is the oldest and me, the baby. What I do know is that often they feel neglected.
About 6 months after my first miscarriage, I caught my rainbow. 5 days before my period, after a night out with my girlfriends I took a test. I'm a "need to know as soon as possible" kind of girl. And there it was, a second pink line. I honestly couldn't believe it. I bought 2 more tests the next morning and all came up with the same result. I was pregnant again.
I didn't know how to tell my husband. He had suffered in silence through the first miscarriage and I was nervous to put him in on this roller coaster ride again.
5 days later, to my astonishment, my period arrived on cue....I ran to the bedroom crying. My husband, who thinks I am crazy even at normal times was a bit alarmed. A period is a common thing and not something to be sobbing about. It was only then that I told him about the tests.
Chemical pregnancy....another early miscarriage and another blow to the heart. I didn't even know if I could honestly count it....if I hadn't taken an early test, I wouldn't even know about this one. But no, it counts...at least to me...
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