What Forgetting The Date Of My Miscarriage Taught Me About Loving Through Loss
and-a-half years ago, I miscarried my first baby. It was a cold, cloudy day when I saw the first drop of blood and a feeling of dread settled over my already heavy womb. Over the next 48 hours there was panic, and then an ultrasound that showed a strong heartbeat, and then a tiny bit more blood, and then an ultrasound that showed only stillness. Less than three days after the feeling of dread settled over me, I was under general anesthesia, delivering the remains of my baby, the tiny arm buds that had waved at us a few days before and the ...
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