I would not want anyone to experience the anguish of losing a kid. Losing three? I was almost ruined by that. Like most newlyweds, my spouse and I were eager to have a family when we were married at the age of twenty-four. We were ecstatic when I missed my period for the first time.
We purchased baby items, decorated a nursery, and even began brainstorming names. However, that happiness didn’t last long. My miscarriage occurred at nine weeks. No signs, no warning. Only blood. And indescribable sorrow.
I was informed by the physicians that miscarriages during first pregnancies are common. “You’re a young person. They said, “You’ll try again.” And we did. I became pregnant once more a few months later. I made an effort to exercise caution this time. No strenuous labour… CONTINUE READING
