We found out I was pregnant in late April. I got to hear the heartbeat on May 20th and was hospitalized the following day until that following Tuesday for complications. The following day on Wednesday, May 26th, my father had a stroke and hasn’t been home since. He is currently in a care home and slowly progressing.

On Thursday, June 17th, I went into the doctors knowing I was about 11 weeks and 6 days, what I didn’t know was that I lost my baby at 8 weeks and 3 days. Meaning my miscarriage was missed, I miscarried on May 24th, meaning I was still in the hospital when this happened, but no one checked before I was discharged.

I miscarried naturally on June 24th and was later rushed to the ER for surgery.

My husband and I are devastated, and know it’s no ones fault. Its upsetting that miscarriage isn’t talked about enough in our society so I’m choosing to share. Life happens the way it happens, but I know I am resilient. We are resilient. For now I find comfort knowing that my baby is playing on the rainbow bridge with my cat, Tiger. Til we meet again my baby bug.

After all is said and done, I thought my insurance would cover a lot of my services, which unfortunately didn’t happened. This experience was traumatizing to say the least and now dealing with the after math is even more upsetting and frustrating. I missed a lot of work and wages due to this and am now unable to pay for my medical bills.

Thank you for your support and understanding as I continue to heal.