[Trigger Warning - graphic description of MC]

First pregnancy, first miscarriage, first time posting. I hope my story will be useful — I spent so much time in this sub while going through my pain. Reading others' experiences helped me feel less alone. Now it's my turn to share.

F34, M36. We were TTC for 5 months and just planned our wedding. In mid-July, I got a positive test. Not many symptoms came along with it. My boobs were not sore, only kinda "fluffy," and I was bloated, continuously farting like an old man. No nausea; my sense of smell was unchanged, and I had no aversions. I didn't even feel tired and considered myself lucky.

No blood work for hCG levels was done, but we went to a private ultrasound at 7+2; the embryo measured accordingly and had a good heartbeat. We were over the moon excited! Two weeks later we got married, and the future looked so bright. Two days after the wedding, we went to the planned, standard ultrasound at 10+2. The first thing I said when the sonographer began was, "Please, please, please tell me it's still alive." I was so afraid of miscarriages; I still am. I will never forget the moment she said that the embryo was "a bit smaller for 10 weeks than I'd expect. And has no heartbeat." It measured 1.1 mm, less than a millimetre bigger than at the first ultrasound.

I felt supported enough throughout the discussion of practicalities and what to expect. Yes, I got the same tale of "call us if it's 2+ maxi pads within an hour, it'll be period-plus pain, and you should layer paracetamol with ibuprofen." In my country, healthcare is nearly free, but the overall approach to most health issues is "wait and see" unless something horrible is happening—then the system is super efficient and effective. So the plan was to wait it out and see if it passed on its own. If it didn't, they made me an appointment to get miso in a week. They'd consider D&C only if the first two steps didn't work.

The first day we were in shock. Then it was a weekend of cancelled plans, lots of crying, and just staring at the wall, for both of us. Looking back, I see that being in this together with my husband and being able to share all the nasty details with two girlfriends who went through a similar experience saved my mental health from being crushed into pieces.

I spent Monday-Wednesday in a horrible limbo, constantly thinking if it's coming / how painful it'll be / has it already started / etc. There was not much going on in my uterus. I was able to work, but otherwise I was absolutely miserable. On Thursday afternoon I felt the first cramps. They intensified into full-blown contractions over an hour. They first occurred every 20 min, with intervals getting shorter and the gripping moments getting longer and more painful. So much so that I had to Google birthing positions and eventually ended up rocking through them, kneeling next to my couch.

A couple of hours later I felt a numb stub in my cervix. A massive gush of blood and tissue came out right after it. I migrated to the toilet and spent the next hour there, breathing through contractions and passing tissue. At some point, a large and heavy round-shaped piece evacuated from me. I think it was the sac—at 7w it'd measure about 2-3 cm. I intentionally tried not to look at it, but I noticed it wasn't period-like tissue. Contractions slowly calmed down, and I moved back to the couch.

From there, we managed to watch a movie, and I felt okay-ish, with strong cramps that I wouldn't call contractions. A couple of hours later, when getting ready for bed, I felt organised contractions again. Tried to rock through them, but another massive gush of blood sent me back to the toilet. It was a 2nd wave, similar to the 1st one, but lighter and shorter. At some point, a very big clog of tissue passed, approximately golf ball-sized. The pain wound down, and I could sleep through the night.

I found it weird not to have much blood on my night maxi pad, but I felt okay the next morning. By 11am, mild contractions were back, but nothing serious. A friend came over so I wouldn't be alone. They left at 2pm. Then, I didn't register how fast the 3rd wave escalated, but at 2.40pm I already called my husband to come home from work because the pain was back. When he arrived, I was in the worst pain of my life. The only thought I had was not to pass out. I had cold sweats; I couldn't look at the light or open my eyes, and I couldn't move freely or speak. I could only rock, breathe, and pray it'll be over soon. Contractions went almost non-stop, with the longest lasting for 8 min. Pain management throughout 24h-ish hours until then was: 400 mg ibuprofen - 3 h wait - 1000 mg paracetamol - 3 h wait - rinse and repeat. It gave some relief, but not much. Anything stronger is prescription-only. I later found several similar stories where those who did give birth compared such an experience with pre-transition pain or sometimes early-labour pain.

Now I know it was vagal shock / cervical shock. The vagus nerve was so overstimulated by pain that it sent protective signals to lower blood pressure and heart rate, so my brain didn't receive enough oxygen. Similar to the fainting mechanism, but slightly different, as I understand it. It lasted about 40min. It felt similar to the lightheadedness after the 2nd wave, but much stronger. According to Oura, my HR was 62 bpm during the worst moments. I assume there was a large piece of tissue that clogged the cervix, and my uterus was contracting hard to get rid of it. Nothing came out, though.

At some point I fell asleep or passed out or both; I don't know. My husband was about to call the ER a few times, but he saw I was just asleep. When I was back in 1,5h I felt okay. We had an anxious evening, but I slept okay and had no more blood on the pad. We concluded the story was over. The next morning, I felt almost back to myself, but hungry and dizzy if I stood up too fast. Seemed like the aftermath of blood loss. I got through the weekend feeling nothing. Some cramps hit after lunch, but they weren't that bad. Then, after an hour-long walk in the city, I got back to my car and felt heavy, period-like pieces coming out of me fast. The pad was full. At home, 20 min later, I had an urge to pee. Another massive golf-ball piece came out, with some blood. Then my insides finally got quiet.

The last bit happened 3 days ago. I am okay physically. Suspiciously, there is still no blood, just some spotting. Perhaps another light wave is coming; I have no idea. I'm having a call with my OB later today to book an ultrasound and check if everything is really out. In my country, they do this only 10 days after the MC has resolved—because there would still be blood if done earlier, so they won't see it clearly enough. I really hope the story is over.

I knew that having symptoms or no symptoms doesn't define whether it'll be an MC. But when we try again, having symptoms would give me reassurance. We decided to try again once the OB gives the green light. Psychologically, the whole thing seems to be strangely behind us, and we're looking into the future, hoping we'll soon get our rainbow baby. What surprises me the most is that although I remember all the horror, I somehow feel "nah, if it happens again, I'll get through it, no big deal." Maybe it's the magic of a woman's body and hormones.

Being a mental health professional myself, I'm happy with how we're dealing with all the feelings. Besides, we both are in therapy, and it is enormously helpful. The main risk I see for now is that if I'm not pregnant by March (when I would have been due), I'd be crushed with grief again. Another thing: we wanted the marriage and not the wedding. But unfortunately, the wedding feels overlooked, and it hasn't sunk in yet, apart from the party on the day. Because of the pregnancy, MMC, and everything that surrounds it, it doesn't feel like we just got married. I hope we can find a moment to celebrate — at least we now know we can get pregnant. And indeed, we're now married.

I'm so angry. I don't like posting anywhere about my personal life or matters but it's finally boiling over and I might just explode soon. I'm angry at the doctors for not knowing more about early pregnancy despite it not being their faults. I'm angry at my friends and family for telling me not to worry, to stop thinking about it, or that if I thought it was really happening I'd just make it come true!! I'm angry at my body for doing something wrong and I'm angry at my husband for not being more emotional about this even though he's already processed it. Why am I the only one broken over this? This all sounds so ridiculous I'm sure, I sound like a mad woman rambling, but since my miscarriage I've been going downhill. I wake up and act fine but all I can think about is my missing piece; like a princess without her crown. I still whisper the names I was so set on as if it makes you magically there.

I feel so alone. Like no one could possibly understand it so I finally decided- fuck it let's try reaching out to anyone who might understand but they all brush it off too. I know I'm capable of moving through like I always do, but out of everything life has kicked me down with this is the worst one for me. I just want my "me" back. I want to feel anything other than this deep sadness and anger. I just want to breathe again.

It's just cells, right?

It's just cells in a test tube

It's just cells that sat frozen in time.

Just cells on the end of a long stick that they released with a blind hope

Just cells that found a way to sticking around

That turned into her.

She had a name. She had our love.

She was only with us for 10 weeks.

And at the end they scrapped out our hopes and dreams.

Microscopic medical waste.

She was just cells again.

But it was too late.

Because she had a name.

I'm not a writer but I needed to write this down. I lost our IVF baby about two years ago. But I never forgot about her. I think I've accepted it's not something you're ever really get over. I am sitting here nursing my 8-week-old. He brings me more joy than I could imagine. But I still cry when I think of her.

**TW: graphic description**

My story:

So I had spotting and light bleeding (just needed a liner except once just used a pad for surface area coverage, not necessarily absorption) and mild cramping (similar to mild period cramps). I was on vacation so doc told me to go to ER to get things checked out at 5+6. Nothing was seen on US and HCGs were 231. Bleeding increased slightly after US but I assumed it was cervical irritation bc the US tech mentioned this could happen.

Did repeat HCGs to rule out ectopic/miscarriage and HCG doubled in 48 hrs.

Doc said not to worry too much and just come for a scan when I got back at ~8 weeks.

At the 8 week scan, there was nothing in my uterus and even urine preg test came back negative. Diagnosed with bicornuate uterus, possible double uterus.

Apparently the spotting/light bleeding was the miscarriage itself. Wild that I was on vacation actively miscarrying without knowing it and anxious for my first appointment to see if things were okay and literally not being pregnant.

I'm really sad. I was so excited. I know this is normal, I was just so caught off guard that I literally miscarried without knowing it since others' experiences are so horribly painful and have heavier bleeding than a period and mine was very light.

Not sure what I'm looking for here, just needed to get this story off my chest because it's so surreal that I missed it/shrugged it off and it was *the thing*.

Anyone have a similar experience?

Hi! I recently went in and got my first ultrasound. It's been 7 weeks 1 day since my LMP. The baby measured 6 weeks and 6 days, which seems on track, but had a 114 bpm heart rate. The nurse seemed unconcerned but that seems quite low. I had a miscarriage in March so I'm trying to keep my expectations realistic. Any similar stories to mine with updates on how it turned out?

It is Tuesday as I write this.

I (30 AFAB Nonbinary) found out I was 6 weeks pregnant on Thursday last week. I was at first terrified and then elated. So was my husband (32). We didn’t even know if I could get pregnant. I have Factor V Leiden and PMOS so we knew my chances of early miscarriage were higher than average. We’ve been trying for a year off and on and found out his sister (29) was 10 weeks pregnant the day before. The idea of having kids so close in age was so exciting. By Friday I was imagining the future and anxious to get to the first doctor appointment.

Saturday morning started off like we planned, donuts, decaf, and packing for a family birthday trip that would celebrate my husband’s youngest sister’s 18th birthday. But on the way home from the donuts shop I started cramping mildly, I even said out loud that my anxiety was convincing me it was a miscarriage but it was likely just gas. Unfortunately when we got home I saw blood on my underwear and the cramping only increased from there. My OB’s emergency line at first said it was likely just cervical spotting but within an hour I was still bleeding and the cramps were becoming more painful. So we called the emergency line again and was sent to the ER. All I could think of then was the huge ER bill we would get with nothing to show for it.

Once we got to the ER, we found out the urine test was negative within 1 hour. We waited 3 more to confirm that with blood tests. Unfortunately my HCG was still at a 9, so we knew it wasn’t viable anymore but needed an internal and external ultrasound to check for an ectopic pregnancy. At that point my husband started panicking about the costs, even asking if the ultrasounds were necessary to do there (because we had googled the risk percentage). A nurse said we should’ve wait, especially since it was a holiday weekend and we would have gotten in, at earliest, Tuesday. He was skeptical of her honesty and bitched about the cost and how we couldn’t afford it basically until we finally left the hospital after 7 hours and one clean bill of health later. It was an uncomplicated miscarriage.

After the ER we were going to be very late to meet family so my husband told his parents why we would be late. I didn’t want to talk about it but I knew,without an explanation it would seem careless. They gave us the best room they rented at the hotel, which I really appreciated because I thought I’d be sharing a room with his sisters. I had the privacy I wanted to mourn by myself before putting on a good face for the theme park. At least I could ride the rollercoasters now without raising suspicion.

Since coming home I’ve been disconnected from my emotions. My husband had already moved on and I am still stuck. I thought being prepared, by knowing my risk was higher from Factor V Leiden and PMOS, that it would make the loss easier but it hasn’t. I didn’t even get to process the pregnancy yet, then I was bleeding and cramping, and immediately required to mask the hurt I was feeling. We didn’t even talk about it again until today. He’s over it and I still have remnants of blood coming out of me.

So I’m scared to try again even though I want it more than ever. I’m afraid my husband will again lean more on statistics than my own desire to rule out a serious health risk. It could take years to get pregnant again and I could just lose it early again and end up more financially strained with no child to take away the sting. And I have no one to talk to about this that I really trust. My sister had 2 miscarriages before she had my nephew but she couldn’t keep a secret if her life depended on it. So here I am, not knowing how to move forward.

Anyway thanks for reading my trauma-dump story, I have taken some comfort in reading yours.

Hi everyone,

I’m sorry if there are a million posts like this already. I just don’t really know where else to put all of this. I have no one I feel like I can actually talk to about it, and I think I just need to get it out.

Today was a really hard day.

I had a miscarriage at 10 weeks in February. It turned into a hemorrhage and I ended up in the hospital for two days. While I was miscarrying, they put me in a shared room with another pregnant woman who was giving birth. At one point, I was miscarrying in the shared bathroom while she was giving birth in the room.

I remember thinking that surely this was the absolute lowest point I could ever reach mentally.
But apparently it wasn’t.

After the miscarriage, I found out I have APS and a high risk of thrombosis. I thought, okay. Fine. This is awful, but at least now we know. We’ll deal with it, and then eventually we can try again.Except we couldn’t.

An ultrasound found a polyp. I had to have a hysteroscopy to remove it. After that, they told me we could try again. Then the biopsy came back.
Endometrial hyperplasia.

So now I need three months of progesterone therapy to hopefully shrink my uterine lining, and then another hysteroscopy and biopsy to see if it worked.

I called to book the hysteroscopy and was told they don’t have anything until the end of November.
I was supposed to have it at the beginning of November. So that’s another month.

Another month where I can’t do anything except hope that the treatment works. And I am so tired of waiting.

It feels like every single time I get close to being able to try again, something else gets put in front of me.

The pilates classes has been the one place where I could forget about all of this for a little while. It’s my happy place. I talk to people there, I laugh, I feel normal. I don’t think about miscarriages or thrombosis or biopsies or uteruses or timelines.

Today, one of the women I talk to at the gym told me she was pregnant. I hugged her and told her I was happy for her, but inside I completely shattered.
I just wanted to get out of there. I went home and cried.

My sister also had a baby recently. She was pregnant at the same time I was. My mum doesn’t understand why I don’t want to see the baby or why I can’t just be happy. And I feel horrible because I KNOW it’s not their fault.

I know my sister didn’t take anything away from me.
I know my friend didn’t get pregnant to hurt me.
I know babies being born doesn’t mean my baby mattered any less. I know all of this.

But knowing it doesn’t make it hurt less.
I recently went to visit another friend who had just given birth. I brought her a gift. They don’t know what happened to me, and they asked why we aren’t having children yet. I just stood there. So I smiled and changed the subject.

I’m tired of pretending I’m okay. I genuinely thought that because the miscarriage happened months ago, I should be better by now. But I’m not.
I think I’ve been surviving rather than actually dealing with it.

And now I don’t even want to go to the gym anymore because I don’t want to see my friend who is pregnant. She has noticed that I’ve been acting differently and keeps asking what’s wrong, and I don’t know what to tell her.

I don’t want her to feel guilty for being pregnant.
I don’t want my sister to feel guilty for having a baby.
I don’t want my friends to feel guilty for having children.

I just don’t know how to exist around all of it without feeling like my heart is being ripped open.
My husband tells me that this isn’t something we can control and that we should be happy for other people. And I know he’s right.

But I don’t need someone to tell me that.
I don’t need someone to explain to me that other people’s happiness doesn’t take away from mine.
I just need someone to understand that I’m hurting.
Because all I can think about is that I have had one obstacle after another after another.I just want one thing to go right.

I want to stop having appointments and procedures and waiting periods.
I want to stop hearing “not yet.”
I want to stop watching everyone around me get the thing I want so desperately while I’m stuck waiting for my body to cooperate.
I want to be excited about the future again.
I want to feel like there is an end to this.
And right now I can’t see one.

And I miss the version of myself who wasn’t constantly waiting for the next bad news.

I know many people sadly have it worse than us, but I just can’t see the light and I also fear I’m getting older which complicates things even more than they are.

I am just... so numb and bitter.
Long post incoming with my story. We didn't share almost with anyone so it feels like I just need to say it all out loud somewhere or I will explode.

I'm F32, we have just started TTC in August 2026. I had my first very faint line on 9 dpo in the evening and tested positive next morning with digitals and pink dye. It was August 22nd. I was above clouds and the sky, first attempt and it worked out! We are both pretty healthy and I have never had any health issues, my cycles are really regular too, so I was sure it would work out, so I booked first ultrasound for September 22nd which would be 7w2d for me.
We went to vacation and enjoyed it till September 2nd. I was feeling great, sometimes a bit nauseous, boobs hurt and I was craving avocado like hell. Until I wasn't.

I am an anxious person and of course I've been reading Reddit and different forums on when to do the fist ultrasound, and decided that I needed to check whether it was based in uterus first. I booked the ultrasound for September 3rd privately. It was 4w4d for me. There was only a barely visible sack of 3mm there, doctor didn't even confirm that it was gestational. She said it was too early and that the best way was to do betas. I did the first one on the same day and it was 669 (!!) which is def not the worst for this stage. I was calmer and went home. And then light brown discharge started. And EVERYWHERE it was mentioned and EVERYONE kept saying that it's totally normal after the US, she must've poked my cervix and it should stop soon. It didn't stop next day. And the next day too.
So in 48h on last Saturday I went for another blood draw. While waiting for the results in the evening, I started seeing small red lines in my light brown discharge and my heart sank. Results came soon after and it was only 749, so barely 12% growth in 48h... and ofc it was Saturday with Sunday ahead when it's impossible to book any doctor visits.
Sunday came and it started with bleeding and cramps. They were similarly strong to my 1st day cramps, but they coming in waves every 5 minutes and holding me for 20-30 seconds, also had diarrhea like every 20 mins which tbh was even worse than cramps, I was in shock but didn't want to go to the ER because I kind of knew what was happening and that they won't do anything.

Today, on Monday morning, finally had my doctor visit and blood draw. It dropped to 271 today and I'm bleeding like hell with clots and nausea. But doctor said it was chemical and should pass on its own.

I was shocked when she named it chemical while I had such hcg, I mostly see people having it on the lower side (like 100-200 may be) 😭 and I've had positive tests for 2 weeks now! My period was 9 days late when I started bleeding. I just didn't expect it.

and why, why it's written everywhere that brown-ish discharge is normal? Please, if you have it, make sure to test your betas and seek advice! Don't wait for it to pass on its own! Better safe than sorry. Better to be ready if something is not right ❤️‍🩹

I have no idea how long it will take for me to stop bleeding. But what bleeds the most is my heart. I never expected smth like this to happen.
But if I look back, I have been doing tests almost everyday before we went to vacation and they never got dark. I used different brands and all of them stayed pretty medium, never a dye stealer, even after time passed. I was convincing myself that it doesn't mean anything and that the line is there and it's important, that the tests are not reliable. Also symptoms magically switched off around 2 days before the first ultrasound.

So empty. All what's left is a last week ultrasound photo with this small 3mm bubble on it.

I can feel you all so much. And I should say Reddit community has been helping drastically to go through this so far ❤️‍🩹 I wish you all healthy rainbow babies 🌈

don’t know how i feel about it, thinking about how i’d be extremely pregnant and saying “not long now” or “could happen any time” is crazy. every single pregnancy announcement i see from friends and family makes me want to [redacted] /s (kinda)

i don’t want to play trauma olympics because it isn’t fair and isn’t necessary but i wish i had miscarried way earlier. i was days away from an anatomy scan and fucking PPROM took her away from us

I don’t even know how to start, couple weeks ago I found out my baby stopped growing at week 4/5. I got flashbacks to my first miscarriage, because it stopped growing around the same week. My first miscarriage was 2 years ago and I remembered the emotional pain that I got from one.
I got million questions going through my mind of why it went wrong again. Yesterday I had to go to the hospital because this time the miscarriage didn’t come naturally and I had to get a pill. It’s awful, I’m trying to cope with it as much as I can and luckily I have such a strong support system and my boyfriend is always here for me. But right now I’m such a deep place.
I wanna send my love to every woman who is going through this, you’re not alone 🩷

Hi everyone,

Im looking for a bit of advice. I’m 28 years old and had a missed miscarriage in July. This was my first pregnancy. I had a d&c and found the whole situation very emotional and hard to come to terms with. Since my miscarriage, my health anxiety has gotten really bad. I had an ovarian dermoid cyst and my surgeon thinks a placental polyp in my uterus. I had blood tests done 2 and half weeks after my d&c. My CA125 was 41 and HCG was 58. I also had an mri scan for my ovarian dermoid cyst. I only knew about the placental polyp since the mri scan. I think the placental polyp was formed after my d&c. I’m very fortunate to have had surgery and have had both the dermoid cyst and the placental polyp removed nearly 3 weeks ago. I have since developed very bad health anxiety. I constantly think something is wrong me. I think this has all stemmed from the missed miscarriage. Has anyone else been through something similar? I think having two surgery’s within 6 weeks probably hasn’t helped my anxiety levels, but I am very grateful to have not had to wait. My dermoid cyst ended up being 7cm. I have a follow up appointment booked for 6 weeks from my surgery date with my consultant, but even this is making me feel anxious.The thought of trying again for a baby is making me feel anxious, even though it’s something my partner and I would love to happen. I’m considering trying some therapy regarding my health anxiety.

Thank you and any advice is much appreciated.

This is my first pregnancy and it’s ending. I feel empty, and I hate that there’s nothing I can do to control it. I can’t bring my baby back, and I can’t see them or hold them. I’m completely and utterly broken. Nothing could have damaged me more than this. I really need support and hope right now.

Is it still possible to bury a late second trimester fetus in a potted plant? It’s been three days and I am still unsure what to do.

Unfortunately here in Spain they don't do the genetic testing so I will never know.

I feel that with baby measuring 9+3 the chances of chromosomic reason is lower than with an earlier mc.

That's why I am worried there is an hidden cause that I have to prevent for the next pregnancy.

I miscarried at home before my scheduled D+C. I was 12 weeks and the baby measured 10w.

I had cramps all weekend which turned into contractions early this morning (on Labour Day of course).

At some point the pain peaked and was extremely intense, and I felt a lot of pressure. Then all of a sudden it just released and so much came out of me. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that feeling.

I looked down and there they were. I was in shock. I picked them up and held them in my palm and cried. I can’t believe the tiny little fingers and their big eyes. I stroked them and said goodbye. And that was it.

I haven’t told my husband, or anyone. he’s been having a really hard time, and while I think this was cathartic for me, it would be extremely devastating for him to hear about this.

I know there’s others who have been through this. This is my second miscarriage. The first one was at 6w and while it was awful, this one has been much more traumatic and painful.

I don't usually post, but found reading others experiences very helpful when going through my first miscarriage experience this past week so decided to share as well.

I had been experiencing on and off spotting since about week 5, but always brown and pink and no cramps. My family dr said to keep an eye and if turned red and/or had cramping with it to go to ER to get checked. I had not had an ultrasound yet this pregnancy and was 8 weeks 6 days along based on previous period.

Friday morning woke up with red spotting and mild cramps. Just with wiping, not heavy, but still decided to go in.

5 hours in ER and did bloodwork, speculum exam, and the dr tried the bedside ultrasound machine but couldn't really see much (bladder was not full due to urine sample upon arrival as well). Was told it could still go either way and they'd try to get me in the next day for a real ultrasound.

Got in on Saturday. Abdominal and transvaginal ultrasound. The tech did not show me the screen or say anything about heartbeat so I had a feeling it wasn't good. Had to go sit in ER for 2 more hours waiting for the results. No heartbeat. They did not tell me at that time how far along I had been.

I was scheduled for my first appointments with a midwife clinic in a couple weeks so had sent the ultrasound report to them as well. They called me later that afternoon and were so kind. I then found out baby was measuring 8 weeks 6 days, so literally had just happened within last day or two which was heartbreaking. The midwife referred me to OB for next steps.

OB called a few days later. I had ironically not had any spotting since the ER visit. My options were to wait (which he did not recommend), the medication to get things going at home, or d&c. I was really scared to pass everything at home so opted for the d&c. I thankfully got in the next day.

I am so grateful I went that route. The worst of it was the lead up to surgery, and placing the IV was quite painful/difficult as you can't drink water all day prior to the procedure. Otherwise I don't remember falling asleep, and woke up in recovery and it was over. Can expect cramping and bleeding over next couple weeks but shouldn't be worse than a period.

I'm 4 days post op now and the bleeding actually hasn't been a lot so far. The midwife followed up again and said sometimes the blood can clot around the cervix which blocks it from coming out, but should resolve on it's own.

Emotionally comes and goes. Obviously still heartbroken and grieving. Worried about trying to conceive again. My sister-in-law and sister are both currently pregnant and we were so excited to have the cousins so close together.

Thank you to everyone here for sharing your story. I am so sorry that you are going through this, just please know you are not alone. Same to those just reading as that was me over the last week. ❤️

I’m supposed to be going to a Labor Day BBQ in an hour. In a different world we would be telling our family I’m pregnant today. Instead I’m bleeding so much I don’t think I can go. This freaking sucks.

My wife was 9w2d. She was visiting her parents overseas on a short trip and had a scan there. No heartbeat. The doctor confirmed a missed miscarriage and told her to follow up with our family doctor here, since she was flying back the next day. She has the report with her.
We’re still processing it, and I’m trying to get my head around the practical side so she doesn’t have to.
A few things I’d appreciate hearing from people who’ve been through it in Canada:
• Will the family doctor repeat the ultrasound, or go off the report from abroad?
• How quickly did you get in? Should we be calling an early pregnancy assessment clinic directly instead of waiting on a referral?
• For those who had a choice between waiting it out( natural), medication, or a D&C — what made the decision for you?

Thanks. Anything you’re willing to share helps.

She’s leaning toward whatever is most predictable but hasn’t decided.
• Anything you wish you’d asked at that first appointment.

I have a D&C tomorrow and wondering what medications are normal before going in? I’m not going under anesthesia.

F37 M48 - First cycle trying led to a 6-week miscarriage, had a cycle break, then second cycle trying just ended in a 7-week miscarriage.

This second one has hit a lot harder. I started spotting and immediately called my doctor for a blood test on Tuesday, then had a 48-hour later blood test on Thursday. By Thursday, the cramping had started to get quite pointed. I arrive at the pathology centre… there’s a long queue, but a sign that says “priority patients may go ahead of you - you’ll know if you’re a priority patient”. When the pathologist opens the door, I approach her quietly and let her know that I’m pregnant and bleeding, and here for my follow-up HCG test. She promptly tells me that my test isn’t marked as “urgent” and that I better sit myself down and wait. Okay. Fair enough, but I thought she might look at my downtrodden face, connect the dots and assume I may be in discomfort and let me know first. When it’s finally my turn, I sit down and she excitedly says “oh! I see you’re due in April!” Gut-punch. I immediately start sobbing and tell her “well, not anymore…”

Separately, I returned to work today after a three-day absence. I had to email my HR team to let them know of the loss to apply for compassionate leave for “early pregnancy loss”, only to be told (incorrectly) that the policy did not apply to be because my loss was before 20 weeks. I then had to correct them, advising them that early pregnancy is defined in their policy as a pregnancy lasting up to 20 weeks gestation (there is a separate section for losses over 20 weeks, which is quite generous to be fair). Having to spend energy having to correct them was just another painful experience from the past week.

I know neither person desired to upset me, but I am in a sensitive place, and I do fear we’re missing some sensibility training when it comes to pregnancy loss as a whole.

A little silver lining: one person who got it right was the lovely ultrasound technician who met us on what should have been our dating scan, and turned out to be a check to see if there was an ectopic pregnancy. As I was still bleeding, the entire experience was quite uncomfortable, but she did her absolute best to make me feel comfortable - checking in, reassuring me, telling me what we could see on the screen. When she left the room so I could get dressed again, she had quietly arranged for the scan to be bulk-billed (uncommon at this radiology centre, who have a set out-of-pocket fee), and told me it was so I could walk straight out. ✨

Unfortunately we loss our baby girl Chelsea at 14 weeks . No actual reason she was healthy I was healthy just spontaneously went into labor . But ever since my body has been wacky . I’ve had 5 periods in this 4 months span. And they are all so physically painful. I normally would have a 26 day cycle . This latest was 16 days! It kinda just comes when it wants , different lengths of time , different bleeding patterns , different time frames from bleeding and outside of the emotional difficulties of losing my girl, I just wasn’t prepared for physical difficulties too with my cycle . Did anyone take longer than the 3 months that’s usually said for their body to regulate. I just want to feel normal in some aspect

Hey guys, I was wondering if any of you have experienced spotting after your miscarriage bleeding already ended? For instance, I experienced a natural MC on July 12th. Passed everything then bled up until the 17th or 18th then it totally stopped. Well, earlier this week (around 14 days after it already ended) I’m having light spotting and it’s lasted about a week. I’m wondering if it’s retained tissue coming out? I went for my HCG lab last week to make sure I was negative and only had 1.39 HCG level. So I don’t know if it would be retained tissue? Wondering what it could be, because I wouldn’t think my new period would come this soon? Anyone experienced anything like this??

I have work today & I’ve already been calling off so much, I don’t want to risk my job. I’m in college & I have no other way to pay for it besides working since my fafsa doesn’t cover everything. The grief comes in intervals & I woke up with a heavy heart. I miss my baby so much. I have no support. I have nothing. I need this job, but my mind is a warzone. Does anyone have coping methods that helps them get through this? I’m so unmotivated. I’ve gained 20 pounds since I lost my baby. I quit my workout classes, I stopped showing up for classes, I don’t even shower some days. I broke up with my boyfriend so there’s nothing left to distract me.