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First comes Love then comes... Miscarriage...Wait! What?!

I'm a part of the wrong club. Lumped into a common but largely unknown statistic. I never thought it would happen to me, but then again in the back of my mind something felt..."off". Let's start from the beginning. I'm a 34 year old woman, increasingly aware of my ticking biological clock, but work has been my distraction. I've done fairly well for myself with more to accomplish as a marketing executive. During my high school and college years, I always had a reoccurring dream...me coming home from a successful day at the office, to my modern and stylish high-rise condo in my red power suit. I always interrupted this dream as aspirational. I was going to be successful and travel the world! Not a bad dream for a teenager to have! But as I approached my 30's and reflected on my career and revisited the details of that dream, I never recall coming home to anyone. No partner, no pet, no children. Now, that dream seemed lonely to me. And it served as a war

The First 48....

Disclaimer and Objective : I began writing to contribute to the limited narrative that I was able to find online during my miscarriage. I found comfort in every blog, message board and YouTube video I watched of other courageous women sharing both their pain and their strength. I am not a professional writer. I am not a medical professional. I am not representing every woman's experience. But I AM saying that all of your experiences helped me through every tear that I cried and every prayer that I prayed. Miscarriage can feel like an island of isolation. I thank you for showing me that I was not alone. And neither are you. Big hugs and love to you all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The First 48 hours still feel like a bad dream to me. I cannot sugar coat for you what it was like emotionally, physically or mentally. This time last month I was concerned, but I was still pregnant. In 3 days it will mark one full month since I began miscarrying.