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Once a woman makes the decision to have a baby, hearing the good news is the best feeling ever. So was the case for me. I had been trying for over six months with no luck whatsoever. But, I still remember the moment when I saw those two pink lines on the home pregnancy strip, indicating that I might be pregnant. I immediately went to my trusted gynec to get the confirmation tests done. I wanted to be sure. And then, my doc called to announce the great news to me. I just could not contain my joy that day. It seems like yesterday when I went out with my husband to celebrate; both of us were just so happy.
Of course, we waited for around 12 weeks before we announced the news to all our friends on social media. The happiness of pregnancy in itself was more than enough. And, all the gracious wishes coming in from the social media just added to the joy. In fact, the post even had extensive discussions about who our baby will look like. Then, there were others who started speculating whether the little one will be a girl or a boy. Some of our friends even went a step further and started suggesting names to us. “Euphoria” is the word to describe how I and my partner felt in that moment.
Then The Unpleasant News
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Unfortunately, the happiness did not last for very long. Just a few days after we announced, I started bleeding. And, it was not like a drop or two; I was bleeding quite a lot. My husband was alarmed. And, he immediately went and set up an appointment with our doc. We had to visit the doc the next morning but we could not stop ourselves from looking online that night itself. We were hoping to find some answers. However, those weren’t concrete answers. In fact, I found other fellow women who were searching for answers frantically too. But to no avail.
Both of us could not sleep even for a second that night. We were just waiting for the morning to come. I and my husband went hand-in-hand to the doc’s clinic, trying to crack jokes to keep the situation as light as possible. And then, there we were, inside the doc’s cabin. She soon started examining me. I heard a heartbeat and almost jumped in my bed. But, then she informed me that it was my own heartbeat. And, the heartbeat that both of us wanted to hear desperately was nowhere to be found. The look on my doc’s face confirmed what I had been fearing all along. As the tears began to stream down my face, my husband hurriedly came to hold my hand.
And Then…
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Though I understood everything, I just could not get myself to accept it. For a few days, I barely got out of my bed. Things like food and bath didn’t even exist as a concept to me at that time. Even though my husband was sad too, he knew that I needed him. And, he didn’t leave any stone unturned to help me out. In a few days, both of us collected the small things that we had bought for the little one, kept it in a small box, and buried it in our backyard.
Both of us just could not believe that the time which was supposed to be all about parenthood and joy had turned into one of tragic loss and grief in just a few moments. We mustered up all the courage we had to break this tragic news on the social platforms. But then, we were surprised by the amount of love and support that poured in from all corners. Soon, I realized that miscarriage is a much more common phenomenon than I had imagined it to be. My friends and relatives, who have kids now, informed me about how they had gone through the same thing.
With all the care, love, and support from all my close friends and family members, I was able to cope with the unfortunate situation. Yes, it was difficult but I managed, all thanks to the people around me. I have heard all about the evils of social media, but I was fortunate enough to see the better side of it!
