I am the Matron of Honor in my sister's wedding coming up in April and it is coming up quickly. All of a sudden, it's only a little over two months away and I need to get my dress fitted. Of course, being 7 months postpartum, my old strapless bra and shapewear don't fit well … Continue reading The Postpartum Body Breakdown in Kohls Featuring a Fussy Baby
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Surviving Postpartum (In a Pandemic) & Must-Have Items for Postpartum
Little Man is now over 6 months old and I am finally getting around to what I used postpartum. Most of what I got from the hospital, I ended up not using (peri bottle and mesh underwear). Prior to going into the hospital, I created two postpartum recovery baskets (one for each bathroom in our … Continue reading Surviving Postpartum (In a Pandemic) & Must-Have Items for Postpartum
One Year Since the Miscarriage
July 7th was one year since my D&C. Sitting with my son on the couch while he napped, I was able to reflect on this past year and everything that has happened since. Bean would have been 5ish months old had I not miscarried, but I also wouldn't know Little Man. After the loss of … Continue reading One Year Since the Miscarriage
Cycle One After Miscarriage: One Line or Two?
It has been just about two months since I had my D&C. September would have been 5 months. We would have been finding out Bean's gender this month. I still think Bean was a boy. I also could have found out I was pregnant again this weekend. It has been two weeks since we started … Continue reading Cycle One After Miscarriage: One Line or Two?
Three Medical Bills Later and the Medical System Has Traumatized Me
I was going to be posting something very different today, but our medical insurance system sucks. I suffered a missed miscarriage at the end of June and had a D&C on July 7th. It is now August 27th and I am still fighting over bills and what is and what isn’t covered. Now, I had … Continue reading Three Medical Bills Later and the Medical System Has Traumatized Me
“Seeing the bright red blood, I remembered my lost baby”
The following ten days passed by in agonizing torture. Every time I went to the bathroom, I was reminded of what I had lost. Every time I looked down at the pad in my underwear, seeing the bright red blood, I remembered my lost baby. I desperately wanted to use a tampon, anything to hide … Continue reading “Seeing the bright red blood, I remembered my lost baby”
I Said Goodbye to My Baby: Day of the D&C
Finally, the day of my surgery arrived. I had to be there at 10:30. Because of the pandemic, I had to go in alone. My grandma had to wait outside for me. But, when we arrived and they told me to say goodbye, I broke down crying. I couldn’t go alone. I was terrified. I … Continue reading I Said Goodbye to My Baby: Day of the D&C