I Thought I Was Fine — Until I Wasn’t

After my miscarriage, grief showed up in quiet ways I didn’t expect.

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I went to bed and just knew it. It’s time to say goodbye to our little blueberry.

I was calm. I told her she is forever loved and wherever she is going now, my love will always be with her.

Goodbye, little blueberry.
Thank you for choosing me — even if only for these seven weeks.

That night, I cuddled up next to my son, kissed him, smelled his hair, and felt overwhelmed with gratitude.

The next day, I started bleeding.
I wasn’t calm anymore.
I was in shock.

One day, your life looks like this… and just like that, everything has changed.

Every time I went to the toilet, there was so much blood. My body felt like it was in postpartum. My stomach ached. I was weak and exhausted for days.

I talked through everything with my husband. We went through it together, shared our thoughts and feelings — I felt better.

I was fine.

Until I realized I wasn’t living the same life anymore.

In the three weeks that followed, I unconsciously started neglecting myself. I just seemed to…