Pregnancy After Miscarriage

Getting pregnant after a miscarriage is an emotional rollercoaster ride.

This month, I received a sobering reminder that it’d been one year since my miscarriage.

Usually, my Facebook memories oscillate between semi-embarrassing college posts and photos of my two children. But when last year’s announcement that we had lost our baby at 12 weeks popped up, I sort of went numb. I couldn’t bring myself to reread it, let alone the hundred plus comments that followed.

I sat there not reading but no longer scrolling through my newsfeed, holding my pregnant belly; and as I felt the kicks of the baby who will soon be joining our family, I thought about just how much can change in a year.

It took a year to get pregnant with my daughter, our first child. I peed on so many sticks that year, praying for a plus sign, only to start my period an hour later. Each time was more devastating than the last. And then, after twelve months of trying, I got a plus sign.

My pregnancy wasn’t easy. I suffered from Hyperemesis Gravidarum, à la Kate Middleton. I was hospitalized for dehydration and had to take anti-nausea medicine well into my third trimester just to keep some food and water down. The labor and delivery wasn’t much prettier, but 23 hours later, I was holding my beautiful little girl.

Not long after she turned one, my husband and I found out we were pregnant again. Sickness ensued. This pregnancy seemed much harder. It turns out that running after a one-year-old while trying to swallow your vomit is pretty gross. And yet, I cherished those nine months more than I had the first time. No longer a rookie parent, my heart ached in loving anticipation for this second blessing coming my way. My son was born 4 days before my daughter’s second birthday. So much can change in a year.

The summer after my son turned one, we took a family trip. Somehow in a hotel room with two napping toddlers, my husband and I found a way to get frisky. A few weeks later, that plus sign popped up once more – but this time it was met with surprise, and right on schedule a few weeks later, extreme morning sickness.

As much as this third baby was unexpected, I quickly became attached and enjoyed making plans for our party of five. Unable to hide my nausea, I let family, friends and work know about our growing family.

It was at my first doctor’s appointment at 12 weeks, that we learned there was no longer a heartbeat. Even with my husband by my side, I have never felt so alone.

For months after the miscarriage, I wouldn’t even talk about having another baby. The idea of putting my body through another pregnancy to end up without a baby again was too much to consider.

A family of four we were meant to be, I told myself. I would try to convince myself that I shouldn’t feel so devastated because I was fortunate enough to have my two babies at home. I constantly reminded myself again of how lucky I was. The truth is, my pep-talks weren’t working, and the months that followed didn’t get any easier. A friend and neighbor’s growing belly was a constant reminder of what I was no longer meant to have.

As my precious lost baby’s due date approached, my emotions were unpredictable and almost unbearable. The whole experience had been so personal, and while my husband offered boundless support, I continued to feel incredibly alone. My kids celebrated their second and fourth birthdays just weeks after we were supposed to welcome baby number three. I thought I had gained closure after the due date had passed, until two months later we were shocked to learn we were pregnant again.

I should have been thrilled! Elated! Or, at the very least, I should have felt something, right? Yet from the moment I found out I was pregnant, I’ve felt completely detached. I have no doubt that this has been my heart’s way of protecting itself. What if something goes wrong again? If I’m not emotionally attached, surely it won’t hurt so badly.

Just like clockwork, I started throwing up at 6 weeks. Other than the fact that I struggled to keep food down all summer, I nearly forgot that another baby was coming.

At my first doctor’s appointment, it took the nurse forever to find a heartbeat, and I didn’t even flinch. How had I become so cold and shut off? Was I a bad mom? When was I actually going to care about this baby? And then a few weeks ago, I started feeling those familiar flutters. The flutters grew into movements. The movements grew into kicks and elbows that I can not only feel, but witness as this baby grows inside of me.

My mind is now beginning to ease. My heart is filling. And – thank goodness – my expanding stomach is no longer nauseated. By the beginning of 2017, we will welcome a new baby into our family. Unlike with my first two, this time we decided not to find out the gender. The truth is, it really doesn’t matter. We are ready to become our party of five. And I can finally say I’m excited for all of the changes that will come with the new year.

Lauren Golden is a wife, mom, owner of TFM Media and blogger at As a perpetual pursuer of a healthy work/family balance, she is passionate about working moms and writes for a community who want to be a kick-butt career women and PTA presidents {okay, maybe not president}. Lauren lives in Texas with her entrepreneur hubby, two toddlers and one on the way.

Comments {4}

  1. Thank you for this! I miscarried in the summer and everyone and their dog is getting pregnant or having babies but me. They say it’s best and easiest to get pregnant within 6 months of miscarrying. Well it’s been 5 and I can’t stop hoping and peeing on sticks. I know I’m about to start my period, plus my pg test was negative yesterday. I thought I’d be fine and just wait another year. Plus my dad just died a month ago and holidays and my due date coming up, would’ve been feb 2, 2017, my grandpas bday in fact. I got Enfamil welcome baby package in mail the other day. I guess I forgot to let them know I had a loss. I was hoping I was at least Prego now and could use it still eventually. I hoped for a summer baby but the way things are going I suppose not. I thought maybe it’s my health but then friends with far more terrible health than mine are sharing news they are pregnant. I just want to crawl in my bed and stay there! But my toddler and teen keep me on my toes. Ugh. lol. I love them and keep telling myself the same, that I’m blessed and lucky to have them. I was single mom for years with my teen daughter and then now married years later had baby I came close to miscarrying with. He had Craniosynostosis and skull surgery and helmets for 6 months and ever slept, always cried due to reflux and colic etc. It’s been hard and still I ache for one more. What do ppl do to get thru the heartache etc?!

    1. We’re so sorry for your loss, Cher! Sending you lots of love for your journey and hope that next month is the magic one!

      Jessica Pallay
  2. This is realy heartfelt I lost my daughter in feb this year at 24 weeks I was broken destroyed. I just found out 4 days ago I am pregnant again I amm quite woried as I dont want to lose another babey I do also feel quite detached but super exited to. Id do anything to have a happy healty babey I pray this pregnancy turns out magic. I suffer from morning sickness quite alot and its horrible cant seem to control that and I fear it will make my babey unhealthy. Whats some good anty nausea medical? Is there such thing as to much throwing up. What should I do. Realy want a safe pregnancy. Xx

    1. Our heart goes out to you for your loss, Kelita! Good luck with this pregnancy. If anything seems amiss, you should definitely contact your doctor.

      Jessica Pallay

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