It’s hard to believe it’s only been 12 days since I miscarried my twins at 17 weeks pregnant. It’s hard to believe that tomorrow I would have been 19 weeks pregnant. I miss them. Every day. I’ve been filling the hole in my heart with the outpouring of love I’ve received. And I’m filling the emptiness in my gut with chocolate.
Miscarriages are horrible at any stage. But miscarriages during the second trimester carry with them their own unique sadness. I had felt my babies move. I had felt one of them kick. I was clearly “showing.” I knew their sexes. My water broke. I was dilated. I was induced.
But I left the hospital without my babies.
It’s only been 12 days, yet so much has happened to me in that time, both physically and emotionally. As I begin to be reunited with my pre-pregnancy body, I didn’t want this time to pass without sharing what exactly my body has gone through since my second-trimester miscarriage.
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