For four years, my entire world was conception, fertility, miscarriage, and testing. We moved from our OB-GYN, to emergency rooms, to genetic testing, to changes in diet, to a Reproductive Endocrinologist. Surgeries, procedures, tests, blood draws, misopristol, clomid, and sperm testing. Only to end those four years with no baby, and no answers as to why we couldn’t maintain a pregnancy.
We were crippled by fear and anxiety. We were exhilarated by the potential for good news. We mourned and cried. And our social world became very small. We lost friends we thought we loved. Many family members didn’t know how to speak to us. And as our losses compounded, people stopped reaching out.
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