My Chemical Pregnancy: The Pain of an Early Pregnancy Loss

Four days. I was only able to celebrate four short days. The morning I found out was the most exciting moment of my life. After praying and planning, I was pregnant. For as long as I could remember, I dreamed of being a mother, and that dream would finally become a reality. I told everyone right away. I bought a ridiculously expensive diaper bag. I started thinking of names. I bought my husband a Father’s Day card. I felt nauseous. I wrote my baby a letter. I had a spring in my step. Then, I started bleeding. I went to the hospital to confirm what I already knew: it was over before it even began. I wasn’t pregnant anymore. They called it a “chemical pregnancy.” What does that even mean? Chemically I was pregnant but I wasn’t actually pregnant? Those two pink lines told me I was, dammit. There was a baby in my belly. I don’t care how small, or if it ever had a chance. It was there, it was real, it was mine, and I still miss him or her.

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 The Un-telling

Having to un-tell everyone is the worst. Every time I had to tell someone what happened the wound deepened. Though I had support, I felt incredibly alone. People don’t know what to say, so often, they say nothing at all. Or worse yet, they say the wrong thing. “It just wasn’t meant to be.” or “You’re lucky it happened so early.” Even if there is truth in those statements, a person grieving their loss does not want to hear that. I know people mean well, so I didn’t throat punch anyone over those statements, but I certainly did not appreciate them at the time. I had one person, someone I didn’t even know well, come over and make me brownies and just sit with me. She was amazing. She could relate because sadly she had experienced an early loss just a couple months before.

The Aftermath

The month I would have been due with that baby, I found out I was pregnant again. I was too afraid to be excited this time. I was jaded. I had a great pregnancy and nine months later gave birth to a beautiful baby girl whom I love more than life. I then went on to have two successful pregnancies, one a huge surprise. The miscarriage changed me though. I was never again able to embrace pregnancy with an innocent optimism. My pregnancies were rife with fear. Over five years have passed since that horrid Sunday, yet I am not entirely over it. I am not certain I ever will be. Sure, I’m fine. I’m incredibly grateful for the children I have, but I sometimes wonder about the children I don’t have.

A pregnancy loss is a loss, no matter how early it happens.

Myndee is a 35ish year old New Orleans area native. She's an author, speaker and self-love advocate. As an introverted extrovert, Myndee loves being part of the generation where most of her friends live in her computer. She and her husband, Luis, live just outside the city with their three kids.

5 COMMENTS

  1. Big hugs to you! The Untelling is definitely the worst part, especially when they ask excitedly and you don’t want them to feel dumb for not knowing. I had a full week to be excited. It wasn’t any fun at all living through the next week or month following it. I also got pregnant again the month that baby would have been due. I now have two beautiful children but no pregnancy is easy and fearless after a loss.

  2. I can relate so well to this. I found out mid April I was pregnant I was nearly 12weeks in June when I went in for routine heartbeat / ultrasound. Being this was my third pregnancy I knew a heart beat should be heard and I knew something was to be in my belly ….but nothing just empty…my two months of planning for this Christmas baby was gone in seconds… although I was pregnant with Nothing…I still loss a lot I had to endure the D&C I had to untell everyone there would be no Christmas baby. Its like an anger I have right now “if I wasn’t pregnant with a baby why was I pregnant at all” I had symptoms til the day of my D&C 🙁 I feel forever changed by this.
    Hugs for you. 🙂 🙂

  3. I’ve been there. Hugs! With my first child, I told everyone right away. When the second came along, I decided not to tell everyone right away and we kept it a secret for the first 12 weeks. For some reason, I started to get worried after reading so many others having losses. I decided it was best to wait. Then I got pregnant again. Again, I only told my husband. Just a couple of days later, it was all over when the bleeding started. It was very short lived, but I still think about that baby all the time. A couple of months later I did get pregnant again and that baby is now 3 years old. Still, with having the 3 precious children I have, I wonder about the lost baby that none of my family knows about. I’ve never told them. It’s just something that I keep to myself.

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