Down But Not Out…
As from my earlier posts you know I was pregnant, with it showing to be twins. Unfortunately I suffered a miscarriage. Now I guess thanks to my views on life and death and belief on what is meant to be will be, are to thank for my amazing calmness to the whole situation. The hormones are killing me thou, I’m totally energetic one minute, then grumpy and tired the next.
The worst part of the entire situation was actually the hospital. They were horrible! I was left waiting outside ultrasound for somebody to bring me back to the ER for almost 30 minutes. I was naked under a sheet and bleeding while 2 other people came and went. Then there was the catheter they put in me for no reason, and the needle on the top of my hand for an IV that I never needed. On top of all that I still hadn’t yet gotten insurance because I could not be added until November, and the bills poured in within a week. I say bill(s) because apparently there isn’t just one big bill. There is a bill for the ER doctor who pokes his head in once, one for the hospital, and one for the radiology. I can not even believe they charge what they do. Crooks!
Now I’ve read that there are support groups and such for these situations, and how traumatic it can be, however I don’t really feel sad I just feel sorta bummed. My mom is old school and said we shouldn’t have said anything in the first 3 months, that we jinxed it and such, which I couldn’t disagree with more. Women didn’t talk back then because they were made to believe it was their fault, when in actuality its not, and it is quite common to happen in the first trimester.
I’m glad we told the people we told, they have been incredibly supportive, which has also probably helped to keep my level head, and stay strong. I believe we’ll try again soon, but ultimately what is meant to be will be, and i’m ok with that.





















