Miscarriage Poem

I found out on my husband's birthday that our 11 week old little bean had passed away. I went in for my routine Dr. appointment and ultrasound. The baby measured perfectly to its gestational age but no longer had a heartbeat. Not only was it my husband's birthday but he was deployed to Afghanistan and all he had asked for was me to email him a picture of the ultrasound.

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1/1/2017 was the day we lost you. After bleeding for almost a week and a hospital visit, they said you were fine. Mommy knew, daddy didn't want to believe me. Your two older sisters always...

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How Once, You Were You

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Published: July 2011

Would you wear pink or would you wear blue?
I'll never know
or hear your sweet coo
or see those tiny little fingers,
how the thoughts of you just linger

Does the pain ever end?
Where do I begin to mend..
this broken heart..
from the all pain it has felt?

All I can ask is why
Why were you given wings to fly
When you had feet to walk,
And a sweet little mouth to one day talk.

How I still feel you,
knowing there is nothing else I can do.
But just remember,
How once, you were you!

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  • by Ashley Shaddock
  • 5 months ago

1/1/2017 was the day we lost you. After bleeding for almost a week and a hospital visit, they said you were fine. Mommy knew, daddy didn't want to believe me. Your two older sisters always called you Bubby and loved on my belly. I don't understand why this happened. I feel so lost, so broken. I knew I was in labor when the cramps began. Only lasting maybe 9 hours; then it was time. As I sat there on the couch holding your sissy, I could feel you coming. I told your daddy to get sissy. He did. I barely made it to the bathroom by the time you were born. No one knew for that short time. Just me and you. I cried as I held you still inside your little sac. I cried as I yelled for daddy to hurry and hurry fast. Nothing can ever compare to the pain I am feeling knowing my child is not here. I try to imagine you in heaven with your beautiful wings. I pray for God to take care of you. Your grandma and grandpa too. I will love you till the day I die. My sweet angel, Hunter Don Shaddock. 1/1/2017

  • by David Thigpen
  • 7 months ago

Tonight, November 14th at 11:22, my fiancé was beaten by several females, and she was 13 weeks pregnant. I am missing our angel and feel so lost. I was excited to become a father again, but now that dream was crushed.

  • by Lexus
  • 8 months ago

Today, October 20th 2016 at 8:17pm, I had a miscarriage. I was only 8 weeks. I feel so empty.

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