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Quoting ♡ 5/20/08-6/12/08 &:“ Hello... My name is Jenna, and recently dealing with a loss.. quite recently actually. Alex and I wanted ... [snip!] ... could love another.. She's my little angel, and I'll meet her again someday. Mommy loves you my precious little angel.. ”

:'( your baby was so cute sorrie for your lost ..........

My name is Kami, I lost my son Tyler on may 5, 2003 he was a still born. When I found out I was pregnant I felt like the happiest girl alive. I even cried when I found out I was having a little boy. But when I lost him my world felt like it was upside down. I know that it has been five years since I have lost him but I am still having the hardest time coping with it. I think about all the things that I am missing out on all the time. Things like his first word, crawl etc. I even sleep with the blanket the hospital gave to us that was his. I am just looking for some one who know exactly what I am going through to talk to. I don't know any one that has been through it besides myself. I even make baby blankets to try and help cope with it

Hello Ladies, This is probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do but I feel like If I tell my story to someone who understands maybe the burdon will be lifted and i can have some kind of peace, so here goes.............Have you ever placed a question mark where God has placed a period? If you have then you know exactly how I feel..............My name is Jamese and I am a 23 year old mother of two beautiful healthy babies (armani 6, and brandon3). On December 17th 2007 I started the day out as any regular day in my life, got up, took care of my usual duties and had a pretty average day. At 7pm I started to have severe stomach pains and by 12 midnight I was in ER at my local emergency room. It turned out that I was in the process of miscarring at 4 weeks. "Miscarring?" I thought. But how? I wasn't pregnant, but oh yes I was.My fiance (Now husband) and I were shocked, but never the less we got on with our lives and didnt really think to much of it. Not to sound inconsiderate but I guess it's kinda like they say " You can't miss something that you never really had", Right? Well after a brief conversation about it we decided that maybe it just wasn't time and we moved on with our lives and didn't really think to much of it. On March 1, 2008 we commited ourselves to one another before God and our familys and immediatly started working on adding a new addition to our already beautiful and slightly large blended family (My 2 munchkins and my husbands 2 munchkins which gave us 4 from the start ). We didn't think to much of the incident that had happened before and low and behold two months later on May 5, 2008 we found out that I was 5 weeks pregnant. "Oh my GOD!!!!!!!" We were so excited! We were now moving towards our goals and starting our lives together. Well things went as planned untill my first ultrasound at 7 weeks. My gestational sac measured at 7 weeks and 1 day but it looked a little empty. But not to worry the tech assured us, its pretty normal, next time we will see a normal baby. I was nervous! But i trusted her, I mean after all she was a pro, right? Anyway time passed and everything looked ok at the next visit so i forced myself to think positive. I went home that day with a weird feeling but i continued to talk to my baby and let him/ her know that mommy loves them. The morning of June 24th rolled around and it was a highly anticipated day because it was my 3rd Docs. appt and I was so anxious to see my little one growing and hear the heart beat for the 1st time. I got up as usual and went to the restroom. "OH MY GOD!!! A BLOODCLOT" I looked at it for about 2 minutes in total shock and started to pray. I prayed and prayed and prayed for God to just let my baby hang in there for at least 1 more hour untill we got to the Doctor so they can fix it. I went into my bedroom and let my husband know what had happened, total silence. Total silence from me and him for 15 minutes, but what seemed like forever, while we continued to get dressed and head out the door. The whole way to the Doctors I prayed for God to bless us. I prayed for a miracle. As soon as we got to the Docs I checked in and went straight to the back to find my doctor personally. "Dr. Williams I'm bleeding. I had a blood clot this morning" I said in a very calm voice, but her eyes gave me a look that i shoud be very concerned. She told me to give her 1 minute and she would be putting my name at the top of the list and calling me in. Sure enough as soon as i walked back out to the waiting room they were calling me back in. "Jamese Blackstone?" the nurse called my name, but I couldn't move. "Jamese Blackstone?"She said again, this time my husband spoke up and said, "Here she comes". I got up and followed her into the back and into the room. No sooner that I sat on the examining table, my Doc came into the room and said come with me to the untrasound room right away. So we went. I got on the table and layed back. She put the jelly on my belly and for the first time it wasn't cold. I couldn't even feel the chill of the jelly on my stomach I was so scared. She looked at my stomach and my husband and I looked at the monitor. No movement I thought. So I moved a little thinking if only I can get it to wake up. But still no movement. "We need to do a vaginal ultrasound, take off everything below your waiste and i will be back with another Doc in a sec." My heart sank. I looked over at my husband for support, but the look in his eyes only confirmed my worst fears, something was terribly wrong. They came back in the room and proceded with the vaginal ultrasound. "Your going to feel a little uncomfortable so just relax" then doc said. "Relax! Bit@$ you relax!" I thought to myslef, then we looked over at the monitor again and NOTHING. NOTHING was there. I immediatly looked at my husband and started to cry. Before the doc could even say anything my husband grabbed my hand and a tear rolled down his face. How could it be, our little angel was gone. Without even saying a word to each other we both knew that our beautiful baby was no longer with us. I looked back at the Doc and She told us the obvious, "Well your gestational sac measures at 12 weeks and 1 day but it seems to be fairly empty". "huh?" I thought. "How can it be empty? Im visibly pregnant, the maternity clothes and 9 extra pounds that i already gained would'nt lie" I thought to myslef. Before I could even get the question out she said" The baby is measuring at 5 weeks which means it may have shrunk after it passed on". How could this be happening? WHY???????? I could no longer control my emotions. I began to cry, no longer a few tears of hope but a river of pain...................after we were given a few moments to ourselves the doc came to give us an option on what we wanted to do. We decided to do a D&C the following day. So that was it, I was on my way home knowing that the life I was carying inside of me was no longer there. The beautiful creation made from love would never be seen by the world. What was I going to do?...................................For the rest of the evening I was quiet and detached from everything and everyone in my home. I felt like nothing mattered. I had so many questions and no answers. I questioned why God would give me such pain. How was I supposed to be strong for my babies and my husband.? I sat on the couch in my livingroom holding my stomach and wondering how I could already have a pretty big belly that was empty. It was too much to bear and I just sat there and cried........................8:13p.m. and my stomach started to cramp. "Ooouuch" I yelled. Then it happened again and again and again each time getting harder and longer. What was happening to me I thought. Then I felt the need to be in hot water so i got in the shower and stood there to let the water calm me down. Then it began to happen. I was officially starting to pass the baby. "WILLIE!!!!!! COME HERE NOW!!!!" I yelled for my husband, who was sleep because he had to be up for work in less then an hour. For what seemed like an eternity (2 hours) I cried and yelled and screamed and cursed at the top of my lungs, passing what looked like my liver, but was nothing more then placenta and bloodclots. Then my husband had to leave my side. He had absolutly no more time to call off from work and I felt no need to go to the hospital because I refused to get out of the shower. He HAD to go. The plan was for him to go to work, show his face and then leave early and come back home to me. I knew we had no choice so i agreed and let him leave. I was alone. All alone for the first time through this tramatic moment. For 2 more hours I stayed in the hot, warm, cold then hot again water and let nature do what it was going to do. OMG it was painful. I prayed and cried and asked the Lord to please make it stop. Then after what felt like I passed a grapefruit it stopped. Just as fast as the pain and torture started, it just stopped. All was left was the mess in the shower and my weak and prune like body ( almost 4 hours in the shower, yes i looked like an 103 year old woman ) I pulled myself together and made the phone call to my husband who had been calling every 20 minutes to check on me and told him that it was all over and that he didnt need to come home. I told him I would see him in the morning and that I was exhausted and going to bed. He reluctently agreed and we said our good byes and hung up. I crawled into the bed that night with a weak body, tortured soul, broked heart and worst of all empty stomach. Was that it? After all the pain and torture I had just endured, was it over just like that?. How could I start the day off with a beautiful baby growing inside of my and end the day with a empty stomach and so much pain? I layed in my bed and cried myself to sleep that night. June 24, 2008 had come and gone. Morning came and I was awakened by the soft touch of my hunbands hands and smooth feel of his lips kissing my face. "Are you ok babe? Do you need me to get you anything?" He asked. "Was I ok?" I thought. To my surprise I was. No more pain, well no more excruciating stomach pain that is, but my heart was hurting and that i didnt know how to fix........................We got up and decided to still go onto our scheduled D&C appt for that day just to make sure everything had passed and that I was indeed ok..........."Mrs. Blackstone, everything seems to be fine. your cervix is closed up already and all the tissue seemed to have passed."...........That was it, my baby was gone and there was nothing I could do to bring it back. No amount of tears could ease the pain. Now I had to go back out into the world. I would have to answer those questions like"Hows the baby doing?" and "Oh my God what happened?". How was I supposed to be strong for my little ones at home again? How do I look them in the face and not break down? How do I move on with my life?. I had so many questions and not enough answers................................So today is July 4, 2008 @ 1:27am and I still have too many questions and not enough answers. I'm sorry if I was a little to graphic for some of you ladies but I felt the need to get it all out and hopefully I would feel a little better. I don't know how I will feel when I awake in the morning but all I know right now it that I still haven't figured out how to cope with my loss and move on. I was to try again with my husband but when do we know its ok? How do we know its ok? What if it happens again? Am I strong enough to deal with the pain? Am i over exaderating? Am i overly sensative? Should I thoughen up and stop being so soft? How do I know what do do and how to feel? Why do i feel like im loosing my mind? PLEASE LADIES is anyone of you knows my pain please dont hesitate to share your story with me and maybe just maybe we can figure it out together..............

Hi. My name is Chase & I'm 23 year old mother of 1 angel baby. My boyfriend and I planned that pragnancy and conceived really quick. We were so excited about it that we started spreading the news to whole world the minute the doctor confirmed it on June 17. Everything was going so smoothly. On June 28th I had some pinkish discharge I noticed upon wiping. I called my doc immediately and told her but she told me that it was okay... that I should up my water intake, stop stressing myself out, relax and rest up a lot. She only advised me to be worried anf call back if there were any red blood discharge and menstral-like cramping, The weekend rolled on by and I noticed some the discharge was no longer pinkish... it was now light brownish in color. I searched WebMD and learned that woman do have some bleeding during this 1st Trimester so I thought, "like the doctor said, I just need to relax and rest up." Monday, June 30th came and I had a lunch-date with my cousin. I had this gut feeling that I should stay home but then I thought, I'm not gonna stay out for too long anyway and I been home all weekend. Well... On our way to Barnes & Nobles, I went to the bathroom and noticed RED blood when I wiped!?! I started to think, "OMG, my baby!!!" But I kept trying to keep faith alive and fugured that the worst case scenario would be bed rest for a week or more. Boy was I wrong... I called my doc and this time I was told to go to the emergency room right away. I spent hours in there mad as heck cuz I wasn't prioritized [since I was still only in my 1st trimester]. I felt very little pain too... and I kept thinking, "I'm a child of God. He wouldn't let anything bad happened to His very own." Soon, while waiting to see the ER doc [after viles of blood was drawn, IV placed in my arm] my own doctor called me on my cell phone and said, "unless you're bleeding the equivalence of a mentral period, there's no need for u to still wait. Go home and come into the office in the morning for your first scheduled ultrasound. Whatever is going on, if anything at all, we'll be able to tell tomorrow." So, my boyfriend and I agreed to oblige with what my doc said and we went home. Some cramping came round that night, but the bleeding stopped so I thought nothing of it anymore. ESPECIALLY when I started realizing that the more water I drank, the less it came down. So, as a nursing student I re-called that when pregnant woman are dehydrated they bleed a little bit.
The next day came and during my ultrasound, the tech never said a word and as she typed away on the monitor that was facing HER, her facial expressions went from excited to worried. I was having a vaginal ultrasound since I was only 6 weeks pregnant and the deeper she went with that stick, the more uncomfortable it became which made me more worried. I could just tell that she was searching and she even kept nodding her head NO to herself. My heart sank so low when I asked "do u see my baby?" and she replied, "I don't see a pregnancy. Are u sure u were pregnant??" I wanted to SCREAM!!!!! Here I am in the doctor's office with a tech assuming that I schdeuled a damn ultrasound having not been pregnant!?!?! I left and just could not believe it. I kept thinking, "GOD. Why have u forsakened me? What have I done to deserve this?" Then I went into a whole spue of questioning what it is that I could have possibly done to cause this loss. I called my boyfriend and told him what happened while I was on my way home. The look on his face when I seen him at the door was devistating. Here stood the man who everytime we'd part ways, he would grant me one kiss on the lips and 3 kisses on my belly and now I LOST HIS BABY. I can't believe it. That night, I went to the restroom and had a sudden major urge to push and what plopped out was a Half-Dollar coin sized clot. I stared at it for quite sometime, well aware that this was my baby; My Mekhi [as I called him]. Blood tests were done the next day during my doctor's visit and it was confirmed that my hCg levels had significantly gone down. I lost my baby... And this is the very first time that I've been able to discuss the whole thing openly to anyone. It hurts. It hurts soooooooo much, especially since I don't have any of my own yet. My heart just feels so tourtured and my body feels empty. And seeing woman pregnant or with their newborn just makes me question: WHY ME!? Why God?! WHY!?! And how do I answer to those who will soon ask, "how u doin, preggo?" My doctor put me at ease some because I asked a million and one questions: Was this my fault? Could it have been prevented? How soon can we start trying again? When will I begin mestrating again? How long should I expect to continue bleeding right now? Etc. He said it was due to chromosomal abnormalities. The body has a way of stopping an abnormal pregnancy from continuing and that's exactly what my body did. I can understand that. I wouldn't have wanted my baby to ever suffer in this world anyway. But the reasoning still doesn't put me 100% at ease. 
My doc also advised me to continue eating healthy just as if I still were  pregnant so that my body will be ready for my next pregnancy. I was told to wait out 3 months time before TTC again because if I try now, the chances of another m/c is risky and high since I've just had one.
& so now, I'm taking things day by day and looking forward to soon conceiving again and carrying that next pregnancy to term, wether it be a healthy baby girl or boy [I don't even wanna know the sex until I have him/her in my arms].

God Bless...

Your stories have all been very helpful, as I am currently going through a miscarriage. I am 6 weeks along and I began to bleed. When I went to the hospital the Doctor said i had a lot of blood around my cervix but it was old blood. They did an ultra sound and he reported that the gestational sac does not appear to be developing and I would soon experience a miscarirage and they sent me home. My fiance andI just cried. So far my body has not miscarried. I woke up this morning very sick. I prayed all night that he would be wrong but Im so scared. Its not easy knowing that eventually it will happen. All I can do is wait. I just want to say I appreciate reading all your stories as they help me in knowing I am not alone.

Hi my name is Jennifer, I am 26and a year ago on August 23rd I gave birth to my son that had passed away at 27 weeks.

Well I havent been on this site in almost a year since I lost my son because it was way too painful, I used to check my ticker every single day!! August 22nd 2007 I went into my ulstrasound to find out the sex of my baby, I was 27 weeks exactly. When they did the ultrasound they couldnt find a heartbeat and I was told that the baby had passed away. On august 23rd I was induced and after 12 hrs of labor I gave birth to my son. I chose not to see him because I was too heart broken, my mom and doctor said that he had a cleft palat but did not know what caused his death. After all the tests were run on my son they still couldnt tell me anything, except that he had chromosonal abnormalities, I had tests done on myself and my boyfriend and the doctor said that it wasnt either of our faults. The only thing he could find is that in one of my genes it doesnt produce the normal amount of folic acid, he said that probably didnt cause it, but thats all he could tell me. And when i go to try again he will need to put my on a really large dose of folic acid before I get pregnant and while I am also. On February 23rd I got my sons footprints tattooed on the inside of my ankle. Its been really hard coming to terms with this but its been better as the time passes. I am scared to start trying again, my boyfriend and I have agreed that once the hospital bills are paid off and I am mentally and emotionally ready we can try again. I want another baby so bad but I am scared to death about losing another, and this happening again. Or ruining my next pregnancy by being scared and worried all the time. has anyone had a baby with chromosonal dificiencys and able to have a healthy baby???

Hi ladies,
my name is Kay and I lost my DD Cerwen at 24 weeks. Here is the letter I wrote to her on her 5th birthday.

A letter to my darling daughter Ceri,

Sweet, darling child of mine, I've carried these feelings of guilt over your death for 5 years now. I smile when my mother tells me how well I coped. I laugh at the antics of your siblings. I cradle your sister on my knee and nod when my mother tells me how she is the image of you. I didn't even cry when I lost your littlest brother/sister 4 months ago. To everyone that takes the time to look, I am strong and a survivor. How wrong they are...

We discovered we were expecting you at a really rough time in our marriage. Your Daddy didn't know if he wanted to stay with me and we argued all the time. When I told him we were to be parents again he stayed because he didn't want to walk away from you darling.
We muddled through barely speaking to each other. Daddy was working 90hrs a week, but every evening he took the time to stroke my swiftly growing bump and talk to you. He even sang you lulabys.
As my tummy grew, I felt you kick very early, at 15 weeks. And I was very big for dates 19cm at that time.
I went to all my antenatal appointments and you always seemed so strong, kicking out when the MW ran the doppler over you, but I had a tiny inkling at the back of my mind, an uneasy feeling something was terribly wrong.

Then your Daddy got some horrific news. Two of his younger cousins, David and Samuel from Australia had been backpacking on their year out and were in Bali at the time. David was killed in a bombing and Samuel who had left the hotel 15 minutes later saw the bombs go off.
Sam had ran into the nightclub and had got a few people out, digging through broken glass to rescue them. He was a hero but was terribly traumatised. David had been waiting for Sam just at the doors of the club and was killed instantly, it took months to identify his body.
Everyone in the family was stunned. I remember holding your Daddy in my arms as he wept for David, a young life so cruelly snuffed out, and with relief that your Auntie Ali had come home instead of carrying onto Bali with her cousins. I didn't think things could get much bleaker.
Four days after we got the news about David, we had your 18 week scan to go to. The scan operator ran the reciever over my tummy chatting away.
Then she went silent...You had a huge mass at the bottom of your spine.
At once I thought it was spina bifida but she shook her head and asked me to go to see my consultant at once.

The consultant was lovely, he scanned you again and confirmed a diagnosis of SCT - Sacrococcygeal teratoma. You had a tumour that was made up of tissues that may have been an identical twin that had went horribly wrong. And it was killing you. Your poor little heart was pumping blood to support both your tiny body and the huge mass that was growing from your spine. It had enlarged but at that moment you were coping okay.
The doctor gave you a bad prognosis though, only a 10% chance of survival, the SCT was so big.
We talked about it and decided to give you the chance of life. You were strong, wriggling and rolling in my tummy, even though you never kicked because of the tumour.
That night I called the Samaritans in absolute despair. I wanted to be with you forever and needed to talk to someone to give me hope. Well, I told the lovely person on the end of the line everything - the marriage problems, David's death and your diagnosis, the poor girl wept, then told me she was sorry and hung up! So no help there then. I just got on with things.
Every week I went for a scan, I dreaded being told you had left us and every time your little heart was there beating away, you fought so hard.
Believe me darling we tried everything we could - we wanted to try laser surgery to burn the blood vessels supplying the tumour but that would have killed you. I begged for the doctor to operate in-utero to try and save you, he refused as I had already had an emergency c-section with your brother Cameron and therefore wasn't suitable.
Doctors from America were in touch with our doctor trying to work out what could be done for you. Every week the tumour was measured and for a little while it stopped growing. You were catching up with it, that week was the best time in my life. You had hope, a chance.
Plans were made to let you carry on till 28 weeks gestation and deliver you by c-section and operate as soon as you were born, to give you the best possible outcome.
Nothing could have prepared me for the next weeks scan. The tumour was twice the size it had been six days before, your little heart was failing, your kidneys were being damaged because the tumour had blocked your bladder and the water surrounding you was disappearing. Still we carried on - you were fighting, so we fought for you too.

I suffered from bad oedema and headaches, feeling so ill your Daddy gave up work to look after us and your brothers and sisters.
At the next weeks antenatal appointment my blood pressure was strange. It was high but not in the normal way. It was the resting part of my blood pressure that was really raised - I was starting to suffer from your symptoms now too.
We were sent straight to the hospital for observation. They scanned you again and discovered you had heart failure and hydrops. You poor little body was riddled with tumour, it was in your kidneys, liver, bladder. There was evidence of brain damage too. I got back from the scan to my side room and wept.
My blood pressure kept going up, the headaches got worse and I knew we wouldn't make it to 28 weeks, you were dying and I was ill.
Your Daddy and I talked about the news and arranged what we would do for your funeral, we ordered a Teddy wreath for you and decided on a family plot because I believed I would be going with you.
Next morning I awoke with the knowledge that my four other children needed me, your Daddy needed me and I wasn't brave enough to leave them. I spoke to the doctor that day and begged him to give me some hope for you, he couldn't, you were only with us because you fought so hard. I asked to speak to the hospital chaplain but they never turned up. Your Daddy wouldn't help me decide what to do and I had no-one else to talk to. To try and save us both I had to choose to be induced early.
I'm sorry baby, sorry I chose to end the pregnancy there, sorry I was weak when you fought so hard, sorry I was too scared to keep going. I'm a coward.
I took the first pill and went home.
That night I cried my eyes out, raging against fate, the doctors and your Daddy for not helping me decide what to do. All he could say was, " At least I'm not the one killing our baby". A part of me died then.

Two days later we arrived at the delivery suite. As I walked in a cheery midwife called to me as she passed, "It won't be long now", that's when I learned to smile and nod when my heart was breaking.
I refused to let them help you pass before you were born. Even then I wanted to believe you could make it, that I wasn't killing you.
You stayed with me throughout the labour and were born living, just. As you slithered out the MW turned you over and gasped at the tumour, but she wrapped you and handed you straight to me.
I cradled you in my arms and you grasped your Daddy's little finger, then you were gone. So peacefully, my little angel. You hung on long enough to say goodbye.
We stayed with you one night at the hospital and wrapped you in the blanket I had made for you.
We took you home to the cemetery just a mile away from our home. Your family were there to say goodbye as we buried you my darling.

It's been five years since you left and not a day has passed that I haven't wished myself with you. I cope with everyday life, cooking, cleaning, looking after my lc, and I will never do anything to leave them, but I look forward to the day when I am with you once again, so I can say sorry.
I let you down baby. I'll never forget.
Love you always, Mummy xxx.

A postscript: I have 5 lc and have suffered 4 mc since Ceri's birth, but I'm now 7weeks along in my final pregnancy.
One day soon, I hope to hold Ceri's little brother or sister in my arms.

Hello. I am Dola and I am 28, living near Philly Pa. I have a daughter who will be 4 next week and a son who turned 3 in June. My third baby was stillborn on April 17th. I was 37 weeks pregnant and he died unexpectedly with no explanation, even from the autopsy. We are now TTC #4.

The whole pregnancy thing has a roller coaster ride.
I'm 17 and alone with this whole thing. Through this whole pregnancy there has been one thing after another. From thinking i had a miscarriage, and finding out a couple weeks later that i was pregnant. Then thebaby's father and i breaking up. And all the drama that comes along with that. Having a urinary track infection (i think i was told that it was normal) To getting sick, then after getting better from that having pink eye, not being able to eat bascially this whole time. Since i've been pregnant i lost about 8 or 9 pounds. I read on here that you're supposed to starting gaining 1 to 2 pounds a week, that was a couple weeks ago. I think for the past week i've weighed the same though. On July 11, 2009, i was 12 weeks 4 days pregnant. And i had to go to the hospital cause i started bleeding a lot. My mom and i were there in the ER for about 9 hours. They did a pelvic exam or whatever and they said my cervex was closed so i didn't miscarry. Then they said well maybe its a cyst on your ovaries and since i was still bleeding and that made the doctor uncomfortable they said they would call in the ultra sound tech. She came a couple hours later and while having the ultra sound i got to see the baby moving its arms and legs and everything, it was the most adorable thing i've ever seen. Then i started feeling really sick and had to push through till they got all the pictures they needed. A couple hours later the doctor came in and told me what was wrong. He said that it was a Spontaneous abortion. Which on the papers said "Spontaneous abortion means miscarriage. A threated abortion is present when there is bleeding/cramping in early pregnancy, but the cervical os is closed indicating that the abortion will not necessarily go on to completion. Studies have shown that in a high percentage of pregnancies that the end in spontaneous abortion there was abnormal fetal development. However this does not mean that subsequent pregnancies will necessarily be abnormal or end in a miscarriage." The doctor said that there was blood between my placenta and uterus. And that the blood could be absorbed or it could just come out, or it will cause friction and the plecenta will break away from the uterus and that i will miscarry. Theytold me that i needto take it easy the next couple weeks, not lift anything heavy,anddrink lots of water.I don't know what to think or what to do. Being alone with all of this and not being able to talk about anything has really taken a piece of me. This has been a whole new experiance for me. Reading all the stories in here made me cry and realize how much of miracle a baby can be. And i don't want to lose mine. Someone pleasetell me that this has happened and everything turned out fine in the end.

My name is Melissa. I am 21 years old. Last november I found out that I was pregnant for the first time when I had a miscarriage. I had no sign of pregnancy. Had no idea that I was pregnant. I had actually had my period and everything... So needless to say after this moment in my life... my world began to change.

My boyfriend at the time really took it hard as well. And we both really took our stresses out on eachother and went our separate ways. Shortly after he and I got back together... and before I knew it we had conceived again and now I am 20 weeks pregnant and couldn't be any happier. Although him and I are on and off... he promises to be here for me, and for some reason I just know that things will work out in the end.  

Although I will never forget what happened in November... I am super blessed that God gave me another chance to have a little blessing in my life. And to be a mother to this beautiful baby.

hi my name is Lacey. i am 30 years old and we have a babygirl Kelsey 7 1/2 months old. she was a preemie 6 weeks early. but surely has made up for that!!!!!!! totally out of the blue in april i discovered i was pregnant! only sadly at 4 weeks i miscarried but i think to myself often "was there really a baby at 4 weeks?  We could not see hear a heartbeat yet.... just a sac." but it was a pregnancy and a loss.    well here we are aain pregnany again.... with a heartbeat... heard and seen!!!!!     My due date as of now is March 9th, 2009. But you know babies....  ...... they make their own schedule!   I am cautious and nervous.... I had some issues with Kel...... keeping her in me!She was insistant upon coming into the world wayyyyyyyyyyyy too soon. And I had very high BP. But she is healthy. Had a rather bumpy start but bounced back in a hurry. She was only 4lbs 1oz at birth. and now 7 months 2 weeks 2 days later is 16+ lbs! And crawling and cruising EVERYWHERE! and unfortunately teething like crazy my poor babygirl. 
well i am nauseas and cautious right now. i want this second miracle more than anything. even tho Kel will still be so young. 2 babies... thats ok. as long as they are healthy.
~~Lacey
I REMOVED MY PREG TICKER AS I JUST MISCARRIED....... SO JUST IGNORE THIS INTRO.......... I AM NO LONGER PREGNANT  I POSTED IN THE LOSS FORUM. TY

I am twenty-four years old and married with one beautiful daughter. In May we were thrilled to discover I was four weeks pregnant with our second child. We scheduled our first prenatal appointment and the pregnancy was going well. My husband took off work to come along since I would be having a transvaginal ultrasound. The baby was measuring a few days off from what I should have been (almost 10 weeks) and they were unable to find a heartbeat. 
I scheduled a viability scan for the following week (an abdominal & vaginal ultrasound), but sadly the baby had not grown & a heartbeat was still not detected.  They referred to it as a "missed miscarriage" since my body was continuing on with the pregnancy, which explained why I still had all my pregnancy symptoms.
Our options at this point were to wait another week to see if I miscarry naturally (since they only prefer two weeks to reduce the risk of infection) or to have a D&C. I opted to have a D&C the following day. 

We hope to start trying again in a few months.

Hi everyone, I have read some of your stories and think you are all unbelievably strong women. I just had a second miscarriage last week. Actually just stopped bleeding today. I had my first miscarriage in the end of May when I was 8 weeks pregnant. The baby hadnt grown past 5 weeks though. We were devastated because we were really happy with this pregnancy after trying for 5 months. We didn't expect to get pregnant again so soon but we got pregnant again straight away but I lost this baby as well last week as I said. I was 6 weeks along. The first miscarriage was probably caused by my hypothyroid. Maybe the second one too. We want to know ifit isor if it was just bad luck before trying to conceive again.
I am also thinking of maybe getting a small tattoo for my "angel babies". I have never wanted a tattoo before but I think this would be something I wont regret in 10 years.

Quoting mommy to be to payton:“ Well I've never lost a child before, fore this is my first child I'm pregnat with and everything is going ... [snip!] ... hurts and it sucks I'm sure, but life goes on and I hope the best for everybody and their friends and family in the future.  ”

This sounds alot like myself..Well i mean the lady who was coming in because..IN november 2007 i lost my son..I came in when i was 5 and a half months and they told me my son wuldnt make it after either. He also lived for 20 minutes