I had wanted to be a Mom since a little girl. My own Mom was at home, I felt very loved, and wanted to pass it on. I had no trouble getting pregnant once we chose to try, and felt good. A few cravings and nausea, but nothing serious. Then at 12 weeks the sudden severe cramping and bleeding. My Dr told me to go to the hospital to get checked. I’d just had an ultrasound and everything was fine. Once there, the head ObGyn checked and felt if he removed a clot, I’d feel better. So, in front of my husband, he pulled the “clot” out. It was the fetus. My Dr and my husband both went white. I went into shock, and the Dr took me in for a D&C. I don’t as very fortunate to have an understanding Principal. I was a young teacher, and he gave me 10 days off without any questions. I hadn’t even built up sick leave yet.
The next year it happened again. The 3rd time I got pregnant, I was a walking disaster, and didn’t tell anyone. After that pregnancy and 2 more miscarriages, the Drs discovered my body wasn’t producing enough hormone to support the baby until the placenta was strong enough to take over. I had to use hormone supplements. So, on the next pregnancy I began using them immediately, and miscarried!! Only God can explain that miscarriage. We decided to keep trying. I ended up with 3 sons out of 8 pregnancies. I took at least a week’s leave for each loss. This was in the late 1980’s and very early 1990’s. Again I have to thank the Principal that was my immediate supervisor for supporting me, and giving me time to grieve during all of those losses, and of course, my exhusband.

Never give up 😊