Real Moms Share Their Stories of Miscarriage + How They Went on to Build Happy, Healthy Families
One in five women will experience a miscarriage. While it's common, it's never easy for the families who have to endure the painful experience. But there's hope! Read these incredible stories of loss, love and recovery.
Compiled by Lesley Kennedy
Aug 23, 2012 at 5:35PM
"You might say we hail from fertile ground, my husband and I. My mother had four kids in 10 years; his mother had three in just four years. Words like miscarriage and infertility were not spoken in our homes. There was no need.
I wouldn't say we expected to be on easy street when we decided to start our family. In fact, I don't think we gave it much thought at all. We just did as our friends and siblings had done before us: We picked a month and started trying.
To our delight, it only took a few months to conceive that first baby. We tried when we thought it might be a good day to try, but we really wanted to maintain some sort of sanity about it. We had seen other couples become obsessed and frustrated. That wasn't our style. Or so we thought.
We jumped for joy that morning when the magical blue lines appeared side-by-side in the tiny window of the pregnancy test. We (or maybe I) jumped on the computer to find out the projected due date, registered to find out what our little sesame seed might be up to and began stalking the Pottery Barn Kids website.
Until, that is, 13 weeks into the pregnancy, when it all came crashing down. We went into that routine ultrasound ready to tell the world about our pending arrival and walked out with our heads hung low. Poof! Just like that, the baby was gone.
We were shocked, grief-stricken and at a loss. Silently, we tried to pick up and the pieces and move on.
After what felt like an eternity, we were lucky enough to conceive again. We promised ourselves we would remain cautious. This time we knew better than to take anything for granted. Pregnancy doesn't necessarily mean baby, after all. And, just as we neared the end of the first trimester once again, we were given the same devastating news. It was another "missed" miscarriage.
The emotional pain was simply unbearable. We did everything we could to stay positive and repair our broken hearts, but it wasn't easy. In fact, it often felt impossible.
Months and months passed. Fertility drugs were taken. And, finally, we conceived for a third time. Progesterone became my new best friend as we crawled our way through that first trimester. And when we went in for that dreaded end-of-the-first trimester ultrasound, it was a mixture of pure joy and utter shock that coursed through my body when I learned this baby had made it.
It wasn't an easy pregnancy. There was bed rest, anxiety and a very long third trimester, but it was well worth the wait. Our baby girl arrived in perfect health at exactly 39 weeks.
Nine months later, we lost another. Missed miscarriages, it seemed, were to be a part of our family-building journey.
Twenty-one months after the birth of our daughter, we crossed the finish line once again. This time, we were blessed with a sweet baby boy. We were officially ready to count our blessings.
But 2 1/2 years later, I saw those coveted two lines yet again. There were complications. There was hope. There was fear. And there was despair. In the end, there was a second trimester loss that nearly shattered my soul.
The grief seemed to last a lifetime. And so I did the only thing I could: I started a website to support others. Infertility and miscarriage make for a very lonely road, but no one should ever have to be alone. The day I began to heal my wounds was the day Clomid and Cabernet was born." -- Katie, El Segundo, Calif.