Losing pregnancies is a pain I wouldn’t wish on anyone. But imagine losing five, one after the other, without an explanation that could satisfy your aching heart. That was my reality for years. Every time I found out I was pregnant, I would get excited.
Dream about holding my baby, and plan for a future where I was finally a mother. But just when I thought I was close, the cruel fate of miscarriage would strike again. It didn’t matter how careful I was or how closely I followed the doctor’s advice—I never made it to full term.
The first miscarriage was brushed off as an unfortunate event. The second one raised concerns, but doctors still reassured me that I could conceive again. By the time I lost the third, I had sunk into despair to continue reading click here.
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