Some days you’re strong. Some days you cry. Life after loss.

As many know and some perhaps don’t, my husband and I have been through lots of loss ever since we were married in September of 2019. We have dreamt of a life full of children for longer than we both could remember. We had everything the way we needed it to be to begin fulfilling that dream and it just hasn’t been in the cards for us. We have seen many loved ones growing their families. Some easily and some with challenges similar to ours. However, we still don’t have a child. We don’t know if we ever will. That being said, life after loss is unique and never the same as it was before these experiences.

Many days we are strong. Many days we are not. 

If you know me, you know that I am a talker, an over-sharer, and I will tell anyone my life story if they show interest or inquire about me. P.S. I also want to know about your life if you are also willing to share. So feel free to tell me about yourself. I’ll listen. 

I talk about my losses frequently. The first list of reasons for this being a frequent conversation is that these babies matter to me, my losses matter, my grief matters, and awareness matters. When people inquire I run down the, now very long, list of what has happened to us; this includes what we have experienced, what we are doing now, where our medical and fertility journey is going, and how real and specific these experiences have been. I speak of our many losses. I give great detail about the very real, raw, and emotionally and physically altering details of recurrent miscarriage, miscarriage at home, surgery, testing, and our now 5 babies that have died. 

After many of these conversations we get a lot of feedback. The greatest feedback is that we are so strong. We are strong for being able to talk about our experience. We are strong for smiling and caring for others when we have so much on our own plate. Though this is appreciative… we have no choice but to be strong. There is no choice but to cope and move forward. The difference is that we choose to talk about it. We think that there is an importance in sharing this information as we feel that miscarriage is something so heavily shadowed. It is real. It is real to many people that you probably are close to that may have never shared this experience with you. We live in a society that hides the realities of loss. 

These realities are what need to be shared. People need to know what losing a baby is like so that others don’t feel they need to silently grieve. Husbands and wives need to know that they can be as upset and sad as they are because that is normal and completely valid. Losing a baby hurts. It doesn’t matter at what stage that baby was lost. Your baby died. You are allowed to have feelings about this. No matter what the feelings are. These feelings exist because your baby matters and your baby is now gone. 

The topic of sadness. Sadness is a feeling I feel deeply. I feel this every day, every week, every month. This doesn’t mean that I can’t also feel happy about the other aspects of my life. I am so appreciative of the life that God has given me. I am extremely blessed beyond measure. Amazing husband, family, friends, career, and overall life. However, those blessings do not take away from my right and natural grieving process to feel sad. Many people will want to discuss the positive things in life when you are grieving. Their intentions are great but that doesn’t stop the sadness from losing a baby or in our circumstance losing many babies and not knowing if you will ever have that opportunity. We are allowed to feel sad. We don’t have to be optimistic but we can try if it helps us.

I personally am a very optimistic look at the bright side type of person. I tend to be happy far more than I am sad. However, I still get sad randomly throughout my day or throughout my week. These feelings come without warning. We never know when they will hit. We may be confident and happy in one moment and in the next feel great despair about everything.

One example is today. I absolutely love Christmas. This brings me so much joy I can’t even handle it most days but that doesn’t mean that the sadness of our circumstance wont creep in. As I was discussing Christmas plans with my mother today everything was going well until I started talking about what Christmas will look like in my future. I began my next statement with “when we have kids we may want to do…” and then it hit me. I may not have kids. I changed my statement to “well if we have kids we would want to do this…” then I felt instant tears swelling up in my eyes because that is our reality. Of course my mom calmed me down, reminding me that you don’t need biological children to have a family. This did calm me but it doesn’t take the sadness of the dream away. It doesn’t mean it will still happen as the adoption and foster care options are also VERY hard. 

To close, we aren’t ready to throw in the towel on the journey of conception and having a successful pregnancy, though we know we can’t continue this journey for that much longer either. This is a personal and challenging journey. A journey that we do like to share. Though we are strong with our abilities to share and move forward we are constantly facing the grief of our losses. We are constantly reminded through our daily thoughts and routines that we have five babies that have died and we don’t know when or if we will have a living biological child. We appreciate God’s blessings and place our trust in him entirely but that doesn’t mean that we can’t feel the sadness of our circumstance. 

Life after loss is hard. Life after loss is sad. Life after loss changes you. 

Life after loss is never the same. Your life is changed forever.

Early scan of our recently lost twins.

Miscarriage Maybes

PSA: This is a no holds barred blog. It may be uncomfortable to read, hear, and understand.
But…If you have anything negative to say about it you can keep it to yourself
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Let’s begin with my stance. I don’t fall at the feet of celebrities. I don’t care about the royal family and I deeply don’t like Chrissy T. However, because I feel this way does not make me cold, negative, or have a lack of compassion towards their miscarriage and still born birth.

Why am I saying this?

Social media. Both of these celebrity figures have shared their loss stories publicly. Both of these celebrities have been attacked by many internet trolls that have a complete lack of understanding and compassion. What type of horrible world do we live in that people can’t understand grief when it comes to child loss.

The comments. Comments I have seen thus far goes as follows: she’s is doing it for attention, she’s lying, these things should be private, at least she has one baby, why are you mourning six months later it’s time to get over it, that’s what you get for your pro choice stance, it happens move on, it’s only a bunch of cells, and the list goes on.

Are you fricken kidding me?!

Why do these people feel this way?

Let’s dig into that shall we.

My guess is they have never felt the severe heartbreak of a miscarriage or still birth. The feeling of a wanted and loved baby being ripped away from you in what is some of the most traumatic scenarios you’ve ever endured.

Maybe they haven’t been the 1 in 4 or seen a woman and her husband crying because the plans they made for their bundle of joy are never going to be possible. The names they picked are now irrelevant and they may not see a family in their sights.

Maybe they can’t comprehend that a miscarriage or a still birth is a loss of a child.

Maybe they don’t know what it’s like to have infertility or recurrent miscarriages that play an agonizing toll on your physical and mental well being.

Maybe they aren’t in the 1%.

Maybe they haven’t experienced finding out that their baby stopped growing weeks ago and your body still hasn’t caught on; meaning you’re baby has been dead inside of you for weeks.

Maybe they haven’t experienced the feeling of miscarrying at home and losing so much blood that you pass out only to still need an invasive surgery to take out the remaining tissue.

Maybe they didn’t have to collect the “tissue” from their miscarriage at home to be tested to determine why they are having recurrent miscarriages. (The so called eight week ball of cells by the way have identifiable eyes when you’re collecting your so called “tissue”. Wondering how I know that?)

Maybe they didn’t have to go through labor and delivery for a baby that is no longer breathing.

Maybe this didn’t have to make funeral arrangements for the child they got to hold but don’t get to bring home in a car seat with a welcome to the world onesie.

Maybe they didn’t realize how insensitive and absolutely horrible they are for expecting families that suffer from miscarriages and stillbirths to suffer privately or get over their grief quickly.

Maybe they don’t realize that they are the reason that there is such a negative stigma that women are scared to face by sharing their stories publicly.

Maybe they don’t realize that we have the right to grieve however we damn well please and that we aren’t going to stop the process in which we grieve because they are uncomfortable with child loss.

Maybe they don’t realize that they can keep their negativity to themselves.

My prayer.

As a sufferer of recurrent miscarriages and a support for many other momma’s going through this trialing and hard road. I pray that we all get our rainbow babies. I pray we don’t have to suffer the wrath of negative comments as we choose to share and express ourselves through the grief of our losses. I pray the stigma of miscarriages and still births being kept entirely private be lessened. I pray that people have a better understanding that this grieving process is necessary and that our feelings we have towards our losses are valid.

First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes unexpected heartache.

Lets set the story. Things are going amazing and in the best direction that both me and my husband could have ever wanted. We became engaged and everything for our wedding fell into place in a short seven months. My husband and I were able to have the wedding of our dreams followed by the honeymoon of a lifetime (Maui was amazing and I’d suggest that if you can go there someday you should!). We knew that we wanted to start a family as soon as the vows were made. I began my prenatal vitamins that summer because we wanted to plan for the future. Then it happened!! A short couple of weeks after our honeymoon we received the best news.We were pregnant! (Whoah in the first month of trying! How did we get so blessed?!)
We went to our first ultrasound at 8 weeks. We see a nice strong heartbeat and we decided to share the news with the world. Why not? Everything’s going amazing and I’m feeling great.


Then comes the 10-week appointment. Still feeling great and we went in knowing we could finally hear the heartbeat and discuss the future tests and procedures that we would have to do with my doctor. However, nothing showed on the doplar. Neither the doctor or I were concerned as it was early and the doplar doesn’t always work that early. To ease our worries we advocated getting a sonogram just to see the heartbeat before our appointment that would be a few weeks later. There we are. Getting the ultrasound and I ask the tech if I can see the heartbeat (why wouldn’t I be able to? I saw it at 8 weeks). The tech responds that with this scan she isn’t allowed to show me anything and that I will return to my doctor’s office after it’s finished.


I should’ve known that was a bad sign…


I return to the doctor to receive the news that I was having a missed miscarriage. No symptoms. The baby stopped growing a few days before and no longer had a heartbeat. We were crushed! I was given my options and went in for a d&c a few days later. Losing that baby had to be one of the hardest things I had ever gone through. I asked the doctor if I needed to do tests but 1 in 4 women have a miscarriage. Many women never have a second one.

Therefore, no tests would be deemed necessary as they are so commonly a one-time occurrence.

Fast forward three cycles. There we were. The nice pink lines that said its finally happening! We are going to be parents in November. More pregnancy symptoms and feeling great.

The day of the first ultrasound is here. I feel so uneasy that I don’t even want to go. My husband had to stay in the car because of COVID-19. In I go. We begin the ultrasound and guess what… silence. The tech says I can’t show you anything you have to wait for your doctor. (Are you kidding me?).

Turns out there is only an empty gestational sack. Come back in a week to measure for growth in another ultrasound. (That’s not relieving at all when you know when you ovulated or when you had your positive test). Anyhow, I tried to cope that the news was going to be bad but also had some hope that somehow it would all be okay.

Next ultrasound they think they see growth but they schedule me again another week later to confirm that it really is another missed miscarriage with, yet again, another ultrasound (Week to week of heartbreak happening here). Once confirmed I chose to miscarry at home.

Miscarrying at home wasn’t a horrible experience as far as pain, except for the bodies natural reaction to pass out and in turn, scare this shit out of my husband (Excuse the language, it’s really a screwed up experience), oh and the fact that you have excessive bleeding and can’t leave the bathroom unless your amazing husband is willing to go get you women’s briefs (Hey honey, thanks for buying your new wife some women’s diapers. There isn’t anyone I would rather go through this garbage situation with. I love you).

Anyhow, a week later another ultrasound. Followed by the news of, hey that wasn’t enough to pass the miscarriage, do the pills again. Just great. Those were so much fun last week. Buy more diapers and get the prescription. We know what we are in for now. Follow up ultrasound and appointment with my doctor in a week.

What an experience. This is not at all what we expected in our life plans. Why is this happening to us again?

I never thought I’d be the 1 in 4. Then again to be even more unlucky to be the one with two consecutive miscarriages.

What’s next?

We are doing lots is tests and blood work. That’s a huge plus. However, we have to face the fact that it could come back that nothing is wrong and we don’t have any cause for why this has repeatedly happened to us.

Will it happen again? How many times can we go through this? For my husband and me, it is so very mentally wearing. For me, it is also physically wearing. My body doesn’t feel good through any of this.

What can we do? We have to rely on our faith.
Only God knows if and when this will happen for us and we will continue to pray and put our faith in him.

Believe me it’s not always easy to trust the process and sometimes I have to convince myself daily, but it’s the only thing we can do. We have a strong enough relationship with God that we can always get our mindset back to trusting in him. I’m so thankful for that.

As for me. I am strong but I am still heartbroken. I believe that all women should feel free to talk about their loss. To grieve their loss like any other loss of a loved one. You lost a baby, you lost YOUR baby, you lost a piece of yourself. Don’t ever feel that your pain isn’t valid.

Lastly, I’m not going to say it is easy to see baby announcements, pregnant women, newborn photos, and anything that specifically reminds me of the due date I no longer get to anticipate. However, I am so happy for all of them. I’m so grateful that they’re having healthy happy pregnancies, happy that they may be getting their rainbow right now, and happy that they will hopefully never endure what we have already. I can’t be resentful because I would never want someone else to go through this as we have. I’m happy for them even if deep down I hurt from our losses. That doesn’t take away from the happy blessings that are occurring around us.

I pray to trust God’s plan for us. I pray God will give us answers. I pray we won’t have another loss in our future. I pray that we will get our rainbow. I pray for all the women that are going through the same heartbreak.

I am thankful for my God, my marriage, my husband, my family, and my friends as they are the reason I stay strong. They are my support system.