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I had a miscarriage the day before I told my boyfriend that I was pregnant. It devistated both of us. We were not TTC since I am only 19 and he is 23. But nature will take Her course and do what she thinks is right.
I did not even know that I was pregnant for 2 months. I was occasionally spotting, nothing unusual for me. I was under a lot of stress with my parents and work and school, so I passed the spotting off as stress induced. And I did not think twice about it. About two weeks into the bleeding I threw up for the first time. Again, I chalked it up to stress (I was not eating that well also). This happened on and off for 2 months. By this time I was starting to get worried. My sister and best friend both just had their babies and I was around them all the time. I love little ones.
I was watching my God-daughter (my best friend's baby) on the 31st of July when I brought it to my best friend's attention that I maybe pregnant. I told her how I was feeling and what all was going on. She suggested that I call the doctor and make an appointment. So I did, but I was too anxious to wait till that following Tuesday. So I went to the store and got 3 tests, all of a different brand. I figured if two out of those three were the same, I figure that was the outcome. I went back to my best friend's house and took the tests. The first one: positive. The second one: positive. The third one: positive. That was it...I was pregnant. And scared.
My best friend told me that I had to tell my boyfriend Walt. He was the father and deserved to know. I agreed, but since he lived one state over, I decided to wait to tell him when I was officially diagnosed. A few days later, the 2nd, my best friend told her boyfriend that I was pregnant. But she neglected to tell him that I had not told Walt yet, so he text him immediately to congratulate him. Doh! Needless to say that I had some explaining to do. That night I called him when he was out of work and explained the situation to him. He was excited about it. A little scared, but excited.
The next morning I started cramping. I thought it was again, the stress. I called the doctor and told the nurse that I thought I was pregnant and I had some cramping. The cramping was not bad, but I was scared that it may be something with the baby. But since it was a Sunday, the office was to be closed in an hour and there was no way that I would make it there in time. She told me that everything was okay, the cramping was not strong enough to worry about. But she did say that if I was really worried to go to the hospital. I figured that everything was okay. The rest of the day was like that. Slight cramping.
At about 5am, I woke up to the sensation that I had to use the bathroom. But when I got there, I discovered that I did not have to pee. It was straight blood. Really bright red blood. I got really scared. I called my best friend to come and pick me up, that I needed to go to the hospital. I then called Walt and told him that I was on my way to the hospital. He stared to freak out. I started to freak out and cry.
Once I got to my room in the hospital, the bleeding was really bad and there was a lot of clots. The doctor did an ultrasound to confirm a pregnancy. He also did a bunch of tests. During the ultrasound, there was just a mass in my uterus. He said that was the baby, but he could not hear any heartbeat. That is the moment I knew my baby was gone. Thirty minutes later they officially said that I miscarried. I was roughly 9 weeks and 2 days. They wanted to do a D&C to get everything out, but I did not want them to. I opted to let my body take care of itself.