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The Post I Never Thought I’d Have To Write

Today I’m sharing a very personal and honest story, and one I greatly debated not sharing at all. But, much like a lot of other serious topics, this one seems to be swept under the rug. Nothing seems to help more than reading similar experiences when you’re going through something, and knowing you’re not alone is a comfort. So, maybe this will help someone.

2019 Edit: Reading this again, nearly a year and a half later, gives me chills. It also restores my faith that God knew what he was doing. As sad as I will always be that our second baby was taken from us after just 8 weeks, I couldn’t imagine our lives without our precious son, Barrett. Barrett is our rainbow baby, and I will never take that for granted. Miscarriage is so common, and if you have experienced it, I am so sorry your heart has had to go there. And if you simply know someone who’s experienced a miscarriage, reach out to them. Let them know you’re thinking about them.

March 25.

That was supposed to be my due date. But, it’s not anymore.

Saturday night, right before I went to bed, I noticed the tiniest hint of pink on some toilet paper. It was so light, I even asked Adam if he thought it looked pink. “That’s weird,” I told him, “I’ve heard it can be normal though…” So I went to bed without thinking (or worrying) too much about it.

I slept like a rock, and woke up immediately remembering what I’d seen, and wondered if I’d see it again. I googled “8 weeks pregnant light pink spotting” about a million different ways before coming to the conclusion that I should be 50% concerned, 50% not worried. I hopped up to pee, and lo and behold, another tiny amount of pink. No more than the night before, and not any darker. Just barely, barely there.

Maybe an hour later, we were rushing around trying to get ready for church, fighting with Adeline as usual over which pink shoes she should wear, when I stopped to pee one more time. This time though, my gut feeling that I knew to be true, was right there, plain as day. Bright, red blood. My heart sank, and I ran to Adam in tears explaining that I was bleeding and we shouldn’t go to church this morning. We quickly called his mom for her advice and she suggested taking it easy, skipping church, and laying down to relax. I’m sure we both knew what I was in for, but hoped for the best. I wavered back and forth between letting Adam take Adeline to church, but I really just didn’t want to be alone. So, we all 3 hunkered down on the couch for a marathon morning of Netflix movies, not talking much about the elephant in the room that was so blatantly obvious.

Throughout the morning, I held back tears. It was like sitting around waiting for doomsday. I knew in my heart that I was about to miscarry, and I wasn’t naive about what it meant. I knew that bright red blood during the first trimester rarely turned out to be benign, and after connecting several dots and gut feelings from the past few weeks, I knew it was inevitable. It made sense, but it didn’t sharpen the blow anymore. I never felt sick, and with Adeline I was puking everyday by 6.5 weeks. I knew something wasn’t right when I continued to feel completely fine.

To make things worse, I was helpless. It was a Sunday morning so I couldn’t call my Dr, who I hadn’t even met yet because we hadn’t even had our first appointment. I thought about calling their on-call line, or even my old Dr’s on-call line, but what was the point? I knew there was nothing that could be done but to wait it out. I thought about all the rare what-if’s, but knew I was wasting energy being hopeful for something that wouldn’t be.

As the morning went on, every time I’d pee, there would be blood. Kind of like when you’re starting your period and each time you pee you can tell it’s getting stronger and stronger. I still didn’t need to use a pad or anything though, and somehow that was comforting. I thought, maybe it’s not that bad if I’m not bleeding heavily. Maybe I will be that one in a million with the random prenatal condition that made me bleed at 8 weeks. I continued to hydrate, and monitor it each time I went to the bathroom. But each time I went to the bathroom, it only got worse. It was like I was on a roller coaster I couldn’t stop. I started to fear getting up to pee because I knew there would be more, and more, and more blood. More clots, more anger, and more tears. It was like a knife to the heart every time, and I wished I could just hold it and ignore it. Maybe if I just didn’t pee, it would stop. How could this be happening? My pregnancy with Adeline was practically perfect.

By now it was lunchtime, and Adam decided to take Adeline to Costco to get some energy out and pick up some dollar hot dogs. We’d been laying around all morning, so I knew Adeline needed to get some wiggles out before nap time. I think she could sense that something was wrong with Mommy. While I laid on the couch, she laid right beside me. She never left my side. That girl – she’s the best.

All afternoon, this continued until finally I was bleeding so much that there was no way around it. It was definitely pad time, and for some reason that was so discouraging. I knew, I just knew it was the real deal. Adam and Adeline came home a couple hours later, and we got her down for a nap. While she napped, we watched a show on Netflix and I cried intermittently and felt silly because we’d just told Adam’s family we were expecting literally the day before. Great timing, huh?

I started to cramp around 4 or 5, but by then I was SO SICK of sitting around waiting for the worst that I told Adam I wanted to get out of the house and go to dinner. I knew what was happening, I knew it was only going to get worse, I knew there was no stopping it, and either I sit on the couch and bleed at home and cry my eyes out, or we go to dinner with Adeline and try to be happy for her sake. We packed up, put on a pad the size of a mattress, and drove straight to Rosa’s for dinner. Screw all of this, I’m at least going to eat good Mexican food during the crappiest moment of my life.

You want to know what’s hard? Going out in public when you know you’re actively losing a pregnancy. You want to know what’s really sucky? Sitting around eating dinner as a family, smiling and laughing, but bleeding so much you’re wondering if you should go change your pad. You want to know what’s really annoying? Seeing what feels like a billion pregnant women at the restaurant. Sure, we could have stayed home, in our cave, wallowing in self pity, but what’s the point? Life goes on, and by this point it didn’t matter where we were. We would get through it as a family and keep our spirits up around Adeline.

After dinner, my cramps were really, really starting to hurt. It felt like really bad menstrual cramps – the kind of pain you don’t want to feel when you’re pregnant. We decided it was still too early to put Adeline to bed, and too hot outside to take her to a park, so we went to Cabela’s to walk around. By the time we got there though, I was hurting more and more. We walked around and showed Adeline all of the animals, which she loved, while I tried to ignore the painful cramps. We smiled and talked to the associates, while I pretended like I wasn’t in fact bleeding and cramping constantly. Nothing to see here, folks. Just a normal family outing. We didn’t stay long, as they were closing early with it being Sunday night. But, as we were leaving I told Adam we needed to rush home because I was cramping so bad and felt like I was really starting to bleed a good bit more.

When we got home, I hurried inside and took care of myself while Adam started to get Adeline ready for bed. She of course wanted Mommy, so I spent some extra time reading with her before she finally laid down.

And then I laid down, and things just kind of, tapered off. I laid on the couch while Adam watched Game of Thrones, and by 10 I could feel myself falling asleep. We went to bed, I let out a few more tears, and passed out.

Monday morning, I woke up feeling like maybe the events from the day before hadn’t really happened. Maybe I’d dreamed that. Maybe it was a fluke episode and everything would be ok. I called my Dr’s office as soon as they opened and left a message for the nurse to call me, explaining what had happened. She called me back shortly after and after some back and forth with the doctor, they decided to work me in so they could see me that day. We were already scheduled for what-would-have-been our first prenatal appointment on Tuesday (today), but I really, really wanted to be seen immediately. We both got ready as quick as we could, and headed in.

I thought I would be emotional at the doctor’s office, and feel more rage towards the glowing pregnant bellies in the waiting room. But I was just so tired I really didn’t care. That is, until they brought us back into the sonogram room and there was a stupid bear on the wall that said, “record your baby’s heartbeat in this bear as a keepsake!” and a part of me wanted to take that bear, and flush it down the toilet along with everything else I’d flushed the day before. And maybe punch someone. And then I cried and told Adam it was stupid that we had to do this, but whatever. We’d survive. I’m pretty sure I snapped at the U/S tech when she walked in saying, “ok so you should be about 8 weeks now, how are you feeling?”. I sarcastically told her that we were here because I knew I’d miscarried the day before. Oh how I wish she’d read my file first. It’s not her fault, and I feel bad now for being snippy.

The U/S tech started the sonogram, and I knew exactly what she was going to say. It couldn’t have been more obvious. There was nothing there. No signs of a pregnancy remained. Even if I’d never seen an ultrasound before I’d know what I was looking at. There on the screen in front of us was a totally empty uterus.

I didn’t cry. I thought I would, but I didn’t. I didn’t even tear up. I just wanted to get it over with, talk to the doctor, and move on. She told us she didn’t see any evidence of a pregnancy, and that my body had already let nature run its course, which meant I wouldn’t need a D&C. After she was done, we sat down to talk with the doctor, and then had a quick exam.

After talking with the doctor, I felt…better? Reassured? Comforted? Confused? Sad? I’m not sure. She answered all of our questions, in detail, and remained absolutely positive that we weren’t at risk for another miscarriage, nor did she think we’d have trouble conceiving again. Since we had a healthy toddler at home that we got pregnant with right away, and since we got pregnant in just a couple months this time, she wasn’t concerned at all. The type of miscarriage we had, according to our doctor, is the most common kind, and best worst case scenario. If that makes sense. She said we’re in no way high-risk in the future, which was encouraging. She does want to monitor my hormone levels closely though as soon as we become pregnant again.

We had bloodwork done and were just told to call back once we got another positive pregnancy test. And that was that. (We got the results back today and unfortunately they require a little more testing, but I’m keeping those details to myself.)

Afterwards, Adam and I went to a nice lunch, and just spent some time together before picking up Adeline later in the day. We actually went and picked out a new dining room table because there’s nothing like a little retail therapy. I continued to cramp pretty strong throughout the day, kind of like that deep after-birth ache you feel when your uterus is shrinking back down. I took some Tylenol and that seemed to dull things, but nothing dulled how crappy the day actually was.

So how am I doing? Honestly? It sucks. It really sucks. I’m sad, and not feeling like myself. I’m pissed off, and I’m frustrated that I’m having to deal with this. And I’m angry and bitter towards every pregnant person I see, and annoyed by all the pregnancy announcements that now seem to be flooding my social media accounts. (As I’m typing this Ginger Zee just announced on GMA…so…that’s great.) I’m also just really tired, physically and emotionally. I had already thought ahead 9 months, but who wouldn’t? This would have been a spring baby, and we would have shared a birthday month. It was exactly what I was hoping for. But, it just wasn’t meant to be, for reasons I still don’t understand.

Looking back though, I’m not 100% surprised by everything. They say a mother’s intuition is always right, and I truly believe that. From the day we got a positive pregnancy test, I never felt good about it. I never felt confident that I was really pregnant, but tried to convince myself that I was. I was extra tired after all, and my boobs were sore, so that had to count for something, right? I shrugged off the thought that no morning sickness meant something might not be right because “every pregnancy is different.” But, it just never felt right. I took 6 pregnancy tests because I was so nervous. I was so sick with Adeline so early on, I just couldn’t imagine suddenly having a near symptom-free pregnancy. Turns out, my gut was onto something.

We’re trying to stay positive, and I’m already looking forward to trying again. Whenever that may be. More than anything I just want to move on, and get the next show on the road. I can’t wait to give Adeline a sibling, but know it will only happen in God’s good timing. This was such a wakeup call that our own timing ultimately means nothing. There’s someone else in control, as hard as that is to accept. It’s also a strong reminder that pregnancy is a miracle, and life is oh so precious. It’s amazing how many things have to line up exactly right to produce a healthy pregnancy.

If you made it this far, I hope it’s not because you’ve experienced something similar. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. But if you have, I now understand. I feel like I’ve joined a unique club amongst mothers, and earned a new battle scar. It’s certainly not a club I ever wanted to join, but I know it’s just another bump in the road.


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    Becca Sawyer
    August 15, 2017 at 9:32 pm

    I love you. Thank you for sharing your story. It matters.

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    August 15, 2017 at 9:36 pm

    “Screw all of this, I’m at least going to eat good Mexican food during the crappiest moment of my life.” –> love this and got a little laugh out of it. Rosa’s is so good!

    Love you, Sarah. I’m so sorry. It’s so hard to make sense of this. I’m thankful you wrote about this and don’t need a d&c. All the prayers, sweet friend.

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    August 15, 2017 at 9:53 pm

    Love you, friend. You’re so brave to have shared this. xo

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    August 15, 2017 at 10:26 pm

    Hang in there and be proud you shared this. Lots of love to you, friend!
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    August 15, 2017 at 11:06 pm

    I’m so sorry you had to go through that. For however long your baby was a part of your lives, they were loved.

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    August 15, 2017 at 11:27 pm

    I hate hearing about this, but I know it’s helpful for others going through it and it’s good to share. I’ll keep your family in my prayers. I’m so sorry and it does totally suck a lot.
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    Maureen Feeney
    August 16, 2017 at 8:13 am

    I’m so sorry you experienced this. Thank you for sharing this post.

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    August 16, 2017 at 9:05 am

    I am so sorry to hear this. Thank you for sharing your story with others who may be struggling with the same thing. Hugs to you and your family. ❤️❤️
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    August 16, 2017 at 10:20 am

    I’m so sorry to hear this. Another friend of mine had her second miscarriage this year. You’re not alone and you’re definitely allowed to process this however you need to.
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    August 16, 2017 at 10:43 am

    Wow, I am so sorry. This must be so hard. You are definitely not alone and you will get through this <3

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    Kelly Runs For Food
    August 16, 2017 at 10:55 am

    I’m so sorry, Sarah. I feel like women are talking about their experiences with miscarriage more and more these days, which is great, but it also makes me feel so sad that so many go through this. I wish I could give you a big hug through the screen. 🙁
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    August 16, 2017 at 11:02 am

    I’m so sorry for your loss. I’m a long time reader but I think this is the first time in commenting. My daughter is a couple days older than yours. I’ve had two miscarriages this year… it is so hard and awful, and I don’t think anything I say will help you feel better, but I did want to tell you that you aren’t alone. Thank you for sharing. It has helped me tremendously to read stories of others’ losses and know I wasn’t/am not alone. I hope you find your way to heal <3

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    Mary Viets
    August 16, 2017 at 6:33 pm

    I’m so sorry for your loss! Praying for you and your family during this time!

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    August 16, 2017 at 8:34 pm

    I’m so sorry you went through this and you are very brave for sharing your story. You will be in my thoughts and prayers.
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    August 16, 2017 at 9:48 pm

    So much love to you!
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    August 17, 2017 at 1:50 pm

    I went through a miscarriage last year with my first pregnancy. I was a little over 8 weeks when we didn’t hear my baby’s heartbeat on the ultrasound monitor even though we heard it one week before. It was beyond devastating. It changed my life and that baby will always hold a special place in my heart. I have been reading your blog since I got pregnant again in December from googling “X weeks pregnant” and seeing a picture of you that linked to your blog from the images. I’ve read all about your weekly updates with Adeline as I’ve gone on this journey of pregnancy with my second baby. I was extremely anxious each passing week early on in my second pregnancy and felt/feel encouraged reading your weekly updates and comparing my symptoms to yours. I am now about to deliver my healthy baby boy that wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for what I consider the sacrifice of my first baby I lost. I know that might be a strange way to look at it, but it has comforted me knowing that this baby who I love dearly would not have been conceived if it weren’t for his older sister or brother to have only lived 8 short weeks inside of me.

    I will be praying for you and your family. I’m thankful you have your little girl to love on and comfort you during this difficult time. I will also being praying for you if you try again in the future. The anxiety will be there, but it gives you a much deeper appreciation of how precious and miraculous a baby truly is. A gift from God, even if you only carried your baby for 8 weeks, that baby was alive and it’s my belief you will meet your precious second child in heaven one day. <3

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      November 4, 2019 at 7:39 am

      I literally just experienced this at 8 weeks. It was our first time we were expecting and it was purely devastating. I don’t know anyone personally who has shared their experience and it makes me feel so isolated. Thank you so much for sharing your story and giving me hope.

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        November 4, 2019 at 10:25 pm

        It definitely feels isolating when you don’t know anyone else who has gone through this. It is so devastating and has so many different angles of emotions. I’ll be praying for you to have a successful pregnancy and healthy baby when you feel emotionally and physically ready to try again. If you want someone to talk to that understands, please feel free to reach out. My email address is lindseysmcclure@ gmail .com

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        November 5, 2019 at 9:09 pm

        I’m so, so sorry to hear this and I hate that you’re having to experience that pain and heartbreak. I’m glad my story is helping you in some small way 🙂 Hang in there!

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    August 18, 2017 at 12:08 pm

    It’s a club I wish didn’t exist and I’m so sorry that you’ve joined so many of us. Praying for you!

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    August 18, 2017 at 12:11 pm

    Oh my goodness I’m in tears reading this. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to actually know when it’s happening and not be able to do anything. Sending prayers to you and your family 🙁
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    August 18, 2017 at 2:07 pm

    I am so sorry you are going through this, Sarah. It’s definitely a club that I wish did not exist, becoming a member is such a heartbreaking experience. I had a miscarriage between my kids, it was very similar to what you experienced. It was one of the hardest times of my life, but thankfully I was pregnant again within a few months (the miscarriage due date was in April and Kenz was born in July) and I had a very easy pregnancy that time around. You are not alone in this awful club, while the pain never goes away completely, it does get better. <3
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    Laura C
    August 20, 2017 at 9:08 pm

    I hate that you had to join our club but you’re not alone. I’m so thankful everything looks right though, anatomy wise, and you have your little snuggle bug to get through it. I don’t know anything that really helps you get better besides time. Hang in there. I promise it does eventually get better.

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    August 25, 2017 at 12:44 pm

    I am so sorry you had to go through this Sarah. Don’t worry, we’ve been through the same experience. I hope you get better very soon love 🙂
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    Lisa L
    September 7, 2017 at 1:05 pm

    Ohh noooo…It breaks my heart to read this. I just discovered your blog and fell in love but so far have only been reading your posts from your 1st pregnancy. this hurts so much because I know exactly how you’re feeling….I went through it in July and I wouldnt wish it for anyone. Reading your story was like reliving mine….the exact same order of events except we went to the beach (i live in the caribbean) instead of dinner..and I was 6wks and had already seen the baby on screen just the day before the mc…there was no hb and was measuring 5wks…and although the tech said that’s normal for so early I just knew something wasn’t right…like you said it’s a mother’s instinct. Although I’ve never been pregnant before I somehow just knew that it wasn’t right….I’ve also been trying to conceive for 4 years now so all those years of research and online forums I had an idea of what to expect. It’s hard. I was due March 2…so that month will be hard for me when it comes. I should have been in my 2nd trimester now….that hurts. But I’m keeping a positive outlook and back on the ttc train. and now I will definitely be following your blog. Big hugs to you. ♥♥

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      Sweet Miles
      September 7, 2017 at 9:37 pm

      Oh Lisa, I’m so sorry to hear that you have been there too! You are right, I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy! I’m so glad you found my blog though and are following along! Will be praying for you and your ttc journey. Sending lots of virtual hugs come March 🙂

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    October 3, 2017 at 12:10 am

    My heart breaks for you, I’ve been there too. My first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage, but after a month of waiting and waiting my body never let go. After my D&C they told me it was two sacs, so twin babies. Even typing this with two sweet littles loves sleeping down the hall it hurts. It’s not fair and I’m so sorry for your loss. Pray for your comfort.

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    December 9, 2017 at 3:20 pm

    I literally could have wrote this same miscarriage story. The same thing happened to me in Feb 2017. I am so sorry for your loss. I felt everything you did, to a tee. And its okay to feel that way. I will say I am now 17 weeks pregnant. I am not going to tell you as soon as I saw that positive test it was sunshine and rainbows. The first trimester was awful. Not only did I not want to believe I was pregnant, because I didn’t want something bad to happen again, but I also had all day nausea, extreme tiredness, and was working a new job. On top of all the anxiety. I thought when I got pregnant again I would be so relieved, that wasn’t the case. After my first appointment I felt better I also felt good after my second appointment. My friend actually had a miscarriage at 17 weeks, so this week has been REALLY hard. I am saying all this because I was not expecting any of these emotions after my miscarriage and want to let other moms know its okay if you aren’t elated when you do get pregnant again. Hugs and prayers momma!

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