herguitar
June 16th, 2015, 02:46 AM
Hi everyone, I have a story that I thought I'd like to share with you all if that's alright, sorry to the mods if this belongs somewhere else...
I had a miscarriage 2 weeks ago at 13 weeks. I didn't know I was pregnant. Early on following intercourse I believed it was possible as something didn't feel right to me, but I took a pregnancy test 4 weeks after sex and it was negative. Now comes the first of the lessons I learned; don't take a test too soon, it won't come up. I then rationalized this in my head, trying to convince myself that the test was right. My main argument against my own instinct was that I had sex the night before my period was due, and I did get my period just a few hours later. This is meant to be the most infertile point in the menstrual cycle, I had thought. The second lesson I learned is that you always need to wear a condom, regardless of whether or not nature is on your side. Following this scare, I started taking the pill to make sure I didn't have to worry as much about protection in the future. When I finished my first round of pills I was confused that my period took 3 or 4 days to arrive and it was very light, but didn't worry because this was my first period on the pill. Then, I started having terrible stabbing cramp- like pains that grew closer and closer together throughout the afternoon. At this point, I was sure that there was something wrong with the pills I had been given and made a mental note to speak to my doctor about it. Then, while sitting in my room, I felt something unusually large travel rapidly down through me and begin to exit. What happened next I'd rather not discuss, but it was traumatic for me.
It still affects my life every day, even 2 weeks later. I feel depressed and upset and guilty and hurt. I still occasionally pass some fetal tissue, and am reminded each time of that day's events. I told the father at the weekend, when I saw him at the bar. He was shocked but sympathetic and he couldn't have been kinder about it. Now for the third and arguably most important lesson; telling people helps. A burden shared is a burden halved.
I'm lucky that the father in my case was understanding and kind, not everyone might have this blessing. But girls, never feel like you shouldn't tell the baby's father about these situations because you feel like it's "your problem" or like he doesn't need to know. These are not women's issues. They are for both parents to deal with in tandem, and he should be made aware so that he will see the damage caused and be more careful in the future.
Thank you for reading, although I doubt anyone has as I like to ramble! I just wanted to share this as I don't feel like there are enough discussions about teenage miscarriage online. If anyone is going through this, do not hesitate to respond or vm me... Xx
I had a miscarriage 2 weeks ago at 13 weeks. I didn't know I was pregnant. Early on following intercourse I believed it was possible as something didn't feel right to me, but I took a pregnancy test 4 weeks after sex and it was negative. Now comes the first of the lessons I learned; don't take a test too soon, it won't come up. I then rationalized this in my head, trying to convince myself that the test was right. My main argument against my own instinct was that I had sex the night before my period was due, and I did get my period just a few hours later. This is meant to be the most infertile point in the menstrual cycle, I had thought. The second lesson I learned is that you always need to wear a condom, regardless of whether or not nature is on your side. Following this scare, I started taking the pill to make sure I didn't have to worry as much about protection in the future. When I finished my first round of pills I was confused that my period took 3 or 4 days to arrive and it was very light, but didn't worry because this was my first period on the pill. Then, I started having terrible stabbing cramp- like pains that grew closer and closer together throughout the afternoon. At this point, I was sure that there was something wrong with the pills I had been given and made a mental note to speak to my doctor about it. Then, while sitting in my room, I felt something unusually large travel rapidly down through me and begin to exit. What happened next I'd rather not discuss, but it was traumatic for me.
It still affects my life every day, even 2 weeks later. I feel depressed and upset and guilty and hurt. I still occasionally pass some fetal tissue, and am reminded each time of that day's events. I told the father at the weekend, when I saw him at the bar. He was shocked but sympathetic and he couldn't have been kinder about it. Now for the third and arguably most important lesson; telling people helps. A burden shared is a burden halved.
I'm lucky that the father in my case was understanding and kind, not everyone might have this blessing. But girls, never feel like you shouldn't tell the baby's father about these situations because you feel like it's "your problem" or like he doesn't need to know. These are not women's issues. They are for both parents to deal with in tandem, and he should be made aware so that he will see the damage caused and be more careful in the future.
Thank you for reading, although I doubt anyone has as I like to ramble! I just wanted to share this as I don't feel like there are enough discussions about teenage miscarriage online. If anyone is going through this, do not hesitate to respond or vm me... Xx