I have nothing to hide. Ask me anything. š Here is my story:
When I first visited my OBGYN, I thought I was 7 weeks pregnant. Dr said the fetusā measurement was 6 weeks but it had the heartbeats, so no one was worried.
Two weeks later, I started bleeding. Like I had period. ā7 weeks and 1 day.ā Thatās the day Dr said the fetus stopped growingš
I came home to my beautiful children calling me mama!! with huge smile on their faces. Ryan and I hugged hard, and I sobbed. I couldnāt cry too much because I didnāt want to worry Maaya Q. I kept telling myself that this is for the best. Losing the fetus earlier is better for my mental because I was already attached to this one.
I lost the baby next morning, on Sep 11th, Loganās first birthday. What a day to rememberš
I felt emptyā¦And it was a bit hard for me to see other pregnant ladies for a while (Although I donāt know their stories.)
Saddest truth of miscarriage is the news was just the beginning of my downwards spiral. Constant reminder (bleeding) that I donāt have the baby anymoreā¦ I lost motivation, I was irritable and upset. It took a week for me to be able to actually cry to grieve. Iām ready to talk now.
To the lady who told me I could lose few more pounds looking at my belly, this š is why. I was already showing a bit.
For the past few months, Iām sharing my motherhood stories, all the highs and lows. This was my lowest. For anyone who has been thru any struggles like IVF, miscarriage, still birth, etc., my heart is with you. You are not alone. Believe me, Iām not sharing my story for sympathy. Itās my choice and I thought I didnāt need to deal with this silently. I want to share real life; Not so simple, not so beautiful, not perfect, but real story.
Having a network around us and supporting system are priceless.
Letās stand together. So we wonāt feel alone. š
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