I Snapped At My Husband. Two Days Later, I Started Losing My Baby.
Content warning: This post contains details of miscarriage some readers may find triggering.
On Wednesday I snapped at my husband. Really snapped. Completely unleashed over something absolutely insignificant. In hindsight, perhaps this was the first sign that my hormones were going haywire. Two days later, at just over 9 weeks pregnant, I started to lose the baby.
I say ‘started to lose’ because, although I’ve always thought a miscarriage was an event, it turns out that, for me and this baby, it was a fairly moderate bleed that lasted over a week without any other sign that something was wrong.
So, while I feel relieved that I didn’t go through any pain, it almost makes it harder to understand because I don’t know what happened or when it happened or why it happened. And I guess I’ve always thought that if you lost a baby you would know it.