#miscarrying

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Why Me? || D. Targaryn x oc (Dear Motherhood Series)

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summary: When a heated argument between Leyla and her father lead to something more worse than she could have ever imagined.

a/n: ngl this one made me so sad for my girl Leyla 😭 she doesn’t deserve this

Dear Motherhood Series Masterlist

“Give me the respect that I deserve!” Otto yells, standing up from his seat behind his desk. “You forget yourself sometimes Leyla. It is I who I arranged this union between you and Prince. Without me, you would have been nothing!” His hand makes contact with the table causing a loud banging noise.

“I never asked for any of this! I was just a pawn in your sick game I never asked to be a part of,” Leyla spat. “And yet here you are, expecting another child from the Prince.” He glances at her swollen belly. Leyla’s hands protectively move to her stomach. The audacity Otto had to say such a thing when he in-fact pressured her for more children.

Leyla furrowed her eyebrows, “You pressured me into giving the Prince more children-“ Otto interrupts her with a chuckle, “I did no such thing daughter, it is you who pressured yourself.” He stares her down as Leyla felt sick to her stomach. “Why are you doing this to me!” She screamed, salty tears streaming down her face.

“Ever since I came back to court when mother died, you have done nothing but treat me as an outcast, an object for your little games!” She sobbed as Otto sat back and stared at her. This was the first time she had really ever spoken back in such a manner to her father.

All her pent up emotions were finally spilling. “I will never, forgive you for what you put me through when I was ten-and-five. I fucking hate you!” She grabs the closest object near her, a vase, and throws it in the direction of her father.

Otto was quick to his feet and dodged it, shards flying everywhere. “I think it’s best you leave, Leyla. When word of this comes out, you better hope they don’t think of you as mad.” He steps towards her, taking ahold of her shoulders but Leyla shoves him off of her. “Don’t touch me,” She snaps before leaving the room.

The young Hightower was hyperventilating the whole way back to her bedchambers. Pregnancy sure as hell did amplify hormones. She quickly walked into the room and was glad to not see Daemon in sight.

She paced infront of the firepit as she picked on her nails, an old habit she had picked up from her older sister. Leyla couldn’t stop the tears that streamed down her face. She was hyperventilating bad.

She attempted to calm herself down but it only intensified when she felt something dampening her small-cloths and eventually, running down her leg. Leyla quickly reached up her skirts; she was horrified as she looked down at her hand that was covered in blood.

A loud scream emitted from her lips as she fell to the ground. All the way from his study doom down the hallway, Daemon rushed into their shared bedchambers to see Leyla on the ground, her dress darkened in a shade of red and the carpet beneath her.

Her face red and wet from crying and her hair disheveled. “W-w-why is there so much b-blood Daemon?” She said through sobs as she looked up, teary eyed at her Husband.

Daemon quickly moved to his wife and took her in his arms, rocking her slowly as he kissed her forehead and whispered “You’re okay” over and over. The room smelt of copper. Daemon couldn’t care less if he was covered in blood himself either. He focused on Leyla and only her.

“Just let it happen, Leyla. Everything will be okay,” He held her tighter as he felt a tear roll down his own cheek. He might have seemed composed on the outside, but deep down, he was fucking terrified. He’s never had to handle anything like this and he knew that Leyla was equally terrified. She sobbed loudly in Daemon’s chest as they both grieved their unborn child. Her wails woke everyone in the castle.

Not even a few seconds later, a few footsteps could be heard before they halted infront of the door. Alicent, Otto, and a few other maids and knights had came to see what the commotion was about.

Alicent let out a horrified gasp as her eyes take in the scene before burying her head into her father’s chest. Who only looks blankly at her youngest daughter being comforted by her husband.

Leyla slowly turned her head to the direction of the door where a small crowd began to form. She then made eye contact with her father as another wave of tears fall down her cheeks. The young girl couldn’t bare looking at her father so she turned her bead back around. “Leave us!” Daemon yells as he rubs Leyla’s back in comfort.

“I’m sorry. I failed to give you another heir,” Leyla quietly spoke as her tears calmed down and the only thing she could hear was Daemon’s heartbeat and the crackling of the fire. His heart broke seeing Leyla so broken in his arms. “As long as you are okay, sweet girl.” Daemon said against her hair.

[codfanficedits]

Talk to me.

Pairing: John Price x fem!Reader

Summary: A short fic of how I would imagine John Price cope when his partner miscarried.

Wordcount: 2143| Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Grieving, angst with comfort, miscommunication, MISCARRIAGE

A/N: Loosely inspired on my own miscarriage. (although I wasn't that far along and it was a surprise pregnancy, I still mourn what could've been and writing helps me cope even though it has been a few years :)) So if you have feedback, please be kind.

I didn't proofread and English isn't my native tongue, so please let me know if there are mistakes.

The floorboard creaks under his weight. His footsteps echoing through the hallway, and no matter how quiet John tries to be, you hear him. How could you not? You’ve been counting the passing minutes on your alarm clock the moment you went to lie in your bed. Not a minute of sleep as you watched the stars through the slightly open window, enjoying the soft breeze rolling in.

You can feel his eyes taking in your stiff form, and all the warmth that your bedroom once held is escaping from that same open window. The floorboard creaks softly again as he makes his way to the bed, the sound bounces off the walls, slowly escaping in to the night.

John doesn’t say a word when he lays down next to you, his back facing you, and he lays as far away as he can be. You want to talk to him, tell him you love him, tell him you miss him, beg him to please talk to you. With a soft sigh you turn around, facing his back and you want to reach out, caress the warm skin with your fingertips, but you don’t dare to. Instead your eyes take in every little detail of the skin that is illuminated in the soft light of the moon.

A lump forms in your throat, and you swallow it. “John?” Your soft whisper fills up the night.

John remains silent, a low growl rumbling from within as he tries to resist the urge to lash out at you for talking. The gentle rustling of the sheets and his light, consistent breathing signals to you that John is awake, but he won’t budge and acknowledge you.

The tense atmosphere in the room is suffocating, forcing a sharp breath out of you, as you contemplate reaching out, despite knowing that John had grown to hate your touch.

He had been like this ever since he came home from a mission, finding out that you had miscarried. You had wanted him to be there for you, and you wanted to be there for him, but instead he shut you out.

Refusing to talk to you, to even look at you. You bring the covers up to your chest, you back exposed under that same soft moonlight. “I love you.” It is a soft whisper again, almost as if you don’t dare to say such words to him.

His body tenses up, a deep inhale hissing through his clenched teeth as he fights with his own conflicted thoughts. His silence weighs heavily on the air, like an ominous cloud looming over you, his face and body hidden from you as he tries to resist giving you even a little sliver of comfort. Your soft whisper into the silence of the room stirs John’s heart in the depths of his soul, his body wanting to relax but his mind telling him not to.

You had expected this reaction from him, you got it every time you tried, but that didn’t mean it would hurt any less. You press your eyes shut in an attempt to stop the tears, you had learned to cry silently, not a sob, not a single sound would come out of you, just your hot tears. So you rolled over again, your back facing his so you could let your tears roll freely.

Hours drags by as you both lie in the darkness, your tears cascading down your face while John remains turned away from you. His mind is locked in a struggle, the memory of your sweet smile and sparkling eyes haunting him. His body yearns to reach out to you, wrap his arms around you, and finally pull you close, but his mind won’t let him.

If you listen close enough you can almost hear John’s tortured heart, fighting his own self-created demons within, the pain in his soul tearing him apart.                                                                                                                                                                   

You watch until the clock reaches 5AM, and you can’t stand to be in bed any longer. As you get out of bed the silken covers slide off your body as you put your robe on, you hair sways with your movement as you walk out of the bedroom, the floorboard creaking under your weight. Your breath hitches in your throat when you have to walk past the unfinished nursery, a reminder of what you have lost.

John watches you as your bare feet slip against the wooden floors as you make your way outside of the room. John’s body is tight, his muscles trembling as he hears your footsteps leave the room, his body urging him to rush after you and force you to come back to bed with him.

But his mind keeps him rooted to the bed, his brain frozen in the memories of your miscarriage as the guilt tears him apart. His eyes are glazed over and wide open, the sight of you in the unfinished nursery burning a painful memory into his mind.

Your fingers caress the unfinished crib, your fingertips gliding across the wood. As you look through the room the little clothes break your heart, your hand automatically goes to your stomach, as you miss the little kicks you once felt.

You lean forward to press a kiss on the little teddy bear John had won for you on the fair, right after the two of you found out about the pregnancy. The memories, the pain, it all becomes too much and you know you have to leave the nursery before you can’t hold back the sobs any longer. Your footsteps are the only sound in the house as you walks down the stairs, leaving an air of sadness behind.

John forces himself to his feet, his body tense with grief and rage as he hears you make your way back downstairs, the moonlight slipping through the blinds, casting an eerie glow over the bed.

He steps towards the nursery too, and a millions thoughts flow across his mind as he hears your footsteps disappear back downstairs, his heart wanting to follow your and beg for forgiveness but his mind is telling him to stay put.

His fingers tighten into fists as he fights against every fibre of his body to stay hidden in the darkness. His eyes are wide and wild as he looks into the nursery, the memories of your miscarriage play on a loop in his head.

You’re seated at the dining table, a mug of warm tea in front of you, another mug across from you. You had always made John a mug of tea too, you had done if before the pregnancy, during it, and you hadn’t stopped after. John hadn’t drank your tea in a while now, just like he hadn’t spoken to you. You can hear his get on his feet upstairs, and in response you just blow on the hot tea, before you bring the mug to your lips and take a sip. Your eyes wander to the window, and you take in the beauty of the world, even when that same world is being cruel to you.

John walks by and he sees you sitting at the dining table, the moonlight spilling into the window, revealing the pain in your eyes. His heart tightens with guilt as he sees you, his body shaking with every emotion that runs through his.

He takes a seat across from you, his muscles tense and tight as he stares at the mug of tea in front of him, breathing out with frustration and grief in every sigh. His face is twisted in frustration, anger, guilt and pain but he remains silent. He can’t bring himself to look at you, unable to look into those sad eyes he once adored.

You know he has taken a seat across from her, but you can’t bear to look at him too. No matter how desperate you want to reach out again, you can’t anymore, your heart being broken enough already. The grip on your mug of tea tightened as you took another small sip, your eyes staying on the backyard, the flowers you planted earlier this your are blooming.

One of your hands lets go off the mug, and while you still can’t look at him, you place your open hand on the table, the palm facing upwards, an invite to take it.

John stares at your outstretched hand on the table, his own hand trembling violently as a part of him desperately wants to take it. The memories of you together wash over him, his mind drifting back to the joy and love you felt together, the future that was denied to you by a twist of fate. The feelings of guilt, anger and regret rush through his veins as every fibre of his body yearns to take you hand an make everything better. But his mind is holding him back, the pain of the miscarriage overwhelming every other thought within his tortured soul.

You take the hint, and you pull back your hand again, gripping your mug tightly. You don’t know how much longer you can take this, how much longer you can stay in a marriage like this, but the thought of divorce scares you, besides, who in their right mind leaves while you are both grieving?

But you’re only human, and you crave someone to hold you and console you.

John takes a deep breath, willing himself not to give in. He wants to hold your hand, hug you and console you like he once used to.

The cold war between the two of you has been going on for far too long and John’s mind can’t take the emotional damage anymore. He can’t bear to see the emptiness in your eyes,, or the sadness in your voice, and he can’t stand not touching you ever again. He takes a moment to prepare himself before leaning forward to take your hand.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he takes your hand and it caused you to freeze. You don’t know what to do, if you should caress the back of his hand with her thumb, or if you should kiss him, talk to him. You’re scared, scared that you’ll ruin this little moment, so all you can allow yourself to do is to look at your hands and have the tiniest smile on your face.

John’s hand trembles as he firmly grasps yours, your skin feels warm and gentle. Despite his efforts, the floodgates of his emotions break loose, tears streaming down his face. He can’t help but lean forward, to pull you off you chair and into his body, holding you in a tight embrace as he finally snaps. He cries into your shoulder, his whole body shaking in grief and regret. The weeks of trauma and pain all come out at once in a deep sob – a cry for help and for you, a cry for love and for comfort.

Your heart feels heavy as he finally snaps, and all you can do is hold him. Hold him in a way he hadn’t allowed you to hold him for weeks. He is crying into your robe, but that is the least of your concerns, you’re just grateful to have your husband in your arms again, to see him release the emotions he has been building up for so long. So you just continue to hold him, your hand on the back of his neck, gently cradling him.

John buries his face into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you as he sobs into your chest, his whole body is tense, the weeks of  trauma and agony slowly seeping from his soul.

He’s finally able to find comfort, the touch of your skin soothing his pain and the warmth of your embrace calming the storm inside his soul.

He could stay like this forever, the feeling of your body against his a reminder of the love and tenderness he once felt for you. You break through the wall around his heart and shatter the barricade that had kept you away for so long.

You’re hesitant, not wanting to push him way, but you need him just as much as he needs you. You press your lips against his hair, taking in his scent once more. Your arms tightening around him, as you hold him close to your heart.

John sighs heavily, the warmth of your touch and the sound of your heartbeat filling him with joy as he clings to you. His grips tightens around you, his heart filled with love and gratitude as the feelings of pain and anguish slowly fade away, replaced by the joy and tenderness he once felt with you.

He breathes in deep, the smell of you filling his nose and flooding his mind with wonderful memories of your time together, the love that once defined the two of you.

“Talk to me.”

[secret-time-is-here]

Underlust gets a bad rep, not the story, the concept.

TW: Mature topics/sexual themes, and miscarriage

We can argue the about the story and its execution all day, but the concept itself is the most realistic alternate universe and possibly timeline (more on that later) of Undertale.

For some much needed background monsters in the underground need HoPe [HP] to survive. Also if I'm factually wrong on any of this please correct me, and I'd love to hear constructive criticism and/or further thoughts on this.

Underlust starts with the idea of Toriel miscarrying Asriel which causes a depression in the underground, causing more miscarriages and loss of live due to the lack of HoPe [HP]. The underground becomes underpopulated and the royal scientist makes LusT [LT] (an offshoot of LoVe [LV]) to bring the population back up. By the time the seventh human falls into the underground, LusT is still rampant.

When not pushed to the extreme, this is very realistic for Undertale. Think about the amount of kids, and considering 7 children fall after Asriel's death, let's include teens, you pass on an average playthrough of Undertale. Pushes the lack of kids/teens to the extreme, in younger portrayals of them, we could even say Papyrus and Sans might not be alive.

The concept very well could be an alternate timeline of Undertale, similar to if Asriel and Chara didn't die, or Toriel and Asgore stayed together.

Sticking to the roots of the concept (while using the existing Underlust), suddenly the underground isn't so much overly sex-crazed but trying to survive. It makes the concept closer to Horrortale than Underswap or Underfell. Although of course, it's a fandom and people are free to write/draw things how they want.

With the context of their history, Underlust becomes something solemn and a fight for life. Furthermore, in the context of the multiverse and including the general battles between Nightmare, Error, and the Stars, Lust while he may not be as fight oriented as others, is still a Sans. It's arguable that Lust may better understand HoPe and LoVe/LusT better than any of the stars, having a fight with it everyday.

To close, Underlust is criminally underrated, and I wish people wrote about the AU and Lust more, because the concept is fucking amazing.

[juttytaylorsmustache]

A little bit of an update on what's going on

TW: miscarriage

last night, and earlier this morning I lost of of my children. I had twins, and I suffered from vanishing twin syndrome. I'm ok. Apart from the expected grieving. I know some of you already know. But please dont bug me about any of this, and please don't ask me anything about pregnancy or kids until in done grieving. This is a very serious and sensitive topic, it's not a joke and I hope you can understand the mental and physical pain I'm going through. I will be ok, I have to for the other baby in my womb still. She's healthy and happy, her heart beat is very strong and she should live a long and healthy life. This will pass, tears will fall. I think the best thing to do is treat this like how life is. Tears will fall with the leafs, but in the end, life will bloom and all will be ok. Thank you for your support, and anything that may help in the future, it means the world to me 🖤

[workinprogress14]

tw: fertility

This is something really personal, and I’ve chosen to keep this very private with people that know me in real life, but I need a safe place to share this.

I had a miscarriage three weeks ago.

The pregnancy wasn’t planned, but the loss has been so hard to cope with. Some days I hold it together okay. Some days I’m a weeping, falling apart mess. Also my libido has been so incredibly low since the miscarriage and I honestly just don’t feel like myself sexually right now.

I have a ton of DMs I haven’t responded to cause I just haven’t had the strength, so if I haven’t responded, I’m sorry. I’m not ignoring you. I don’t know when I’ll be back to normal, but that’s what’s been going on in my life.

[magician-kitty]

Tragedy

CW: Miscarriage

"Macaque?"

"What's up Hon?"

"I have something to tell you." Wukong sat on the bed, tucking his legs on top of the sheets. He had a silly smile on his face that made a total idiot of him. He alternated between biting his lip and fiddling with his tail.

"Oh yeah?" He asked distractedly.

"Mm-hmm." He confirmed, with her grin getting wider. Macaque blinked at his husband, trying to make sense of his unexpected good mood.

"Well?"

"Uh, remember back on our journey for the rings, and we campsite?"

"Yeah, I remember. I was there." He replied rolling his eyes. Wukong sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah, and do you remember what we did after everyone went to sleep?" He attempted again, Macaque had to think back for a minute before it suddenly clicked to him, It was after the team had came back from the moon from Chang'e.

"Yeah, I remember now," He chuckled, trying to ease the blush that formed in his cheeks. "I remember I was giving it too you good~"

The Monkey King growled, starting losing patience and fast. "Cmon I’m being serious right now.”

"What wrong then?" He asked, noticing he wasn’t kidding around anymore.

"I, Uhh....Well, Do I look different?" He asked holding her arms out. He knew he looked different because apparently MK knew weeks before he did.

"Different?" He asked, cocking his head. Good gracious he reminded him like a kitty cat sometimes.

"You know, bigger in some key places." He looked her over once. Wukong crossed his arms.

"Aw peaches, are you asking me if you're fat? Cause you have put on some weight, but nothing I don't like. You could afford a little softness."

"I'm not fat, stupid, I'm pregnant!" Well, that hadn't gone as planned. They just stared at each other for a good five minutes; Then he saw Macaque start to wobble and could only watch as he fell backwards, in the ground.

Wukong sighed loudly. "Well that could have gone better."

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For real, You're Pregnant!?"

Macaque winced at the shout of MK's shouting and ran a hand towards his ears to soothingly massaged them. After he told him, Wukong insisted on telling MK and others, and just as he thought—They were beyond thrilled about the news.

"Yep, I sure am bud." Wukong looked down at his stomach and smiled affectionately has he placed a hand on his lower abdomen. Macaque smiled and embraced his partner, giving him a light peck on his cheek and nuzzled him has he purred.

MK couldn't hold back her excitement any longer, she goes over to hug the happy couple, carefully avoiding his abdomen. "I'm so happy for you and Macaque! I can't wait to meet the baby!" Wukong grinned and happily hugged back, Macaque also.

Monkey King then he noticed something about MK and leans close to her, "There's something different about you, bud. You're glowing," He gazed into MK's face "And you smell different, sweeter even. He then started sniffing MK's neck, making her face red.

"Peaches, stop!" He pulled the pregnant monkey back, MK pulled away. "Easy, easy..." she cooed. "I prefer not having my kid hurt, okay?"

Both Monkeys blinked, MK gasped and covered her mouth, her eyes went big and wide. "Oops." She whispered.

"Say what?"

Oh Well, the cat was out of the bag now. MK couldn't help her excitement anyway, leading one of Wukong's hands down to her stomach. It was still flat, but still. Beginning to firm with child.

"Me and Red Son are having a baby," she admitted in a near hush.

Standing there astonished, Wukong stared at his young successor, MK--who the great sage views as his own little cub, pregnant!?

Tears began to roll down his cheeks. "I don't...I don't know what to say," He whimpered. "I'm so happy for you, sweetie!" He pulled her back into a hug, nuzzling his face into hers.

But there was one thing one his mind right now. 'I'm gonna kill that little bastard!'

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The two husbands slept peacefully has sunlight came through the window from the rising sun. Macaque was spooning Wukong and sighed blissfully has he nuzzled his face at the back of Wukong's head and Wukong purred at the action has he went back to sleep.

But the peaceful moment was interrupted when Wukong snapped awake feeling completely nauseous has he covered his mouth then sprung out of the bed and zoomed into their bathroom and hunched over the toilet to empty the contents of his stomach.

"I hate Mondays…" He groaned before vomiting again some more. Macaque came into the bathroom and rubbed his back soothingly

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Bàba! We made something for you!" Three adorable voices shouted.

Wukong's ears twitched when he heard someone coming towards him, He looked up to see Bai He and the twins walking towards him carrying a heavy basket. When they arrived, they both had smiles on their faces which also made him smile.

My my, how time flies. It seemed like yesterday there were only little kids that his husband brought home.

Not to mention when they officially adopted Bai He, she started going through some, changes. And by changes I mean growing a monkey tail.

"Hey, you little troublemakers, what's up?" He asked

Bai He giggled, "We know you're feeling a bit annoyed since Father won't let you do anything, Sooo..." She trailed off.

"We thought we'd all cheer you up by giving you this!" The three of them set a heavy basket down and removed the cloth to behold a cake inside the basket.

A peach flavored Cake, go figure.

"Oooh..." He covered her mouth with his paws, eyes getting all watery. Thank you cubs!~" He picked all three of them up in hugs, smooching their faces, much to their dismay.

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"Hey there little one~"

Macaque almost choked as tears starting to fall down his face, he rested his face on his peaches swollen stomach that carries their precious cargo inside. "I'm your Dad, And I can’t wait to meet you~"

His tail wagged happily and let's out happy chirps when he felt those tiny kicks. Macaque got up then kissed Wukong, who happily returned. They broke away and leaned against his shoulder.

"I love you, Peaches~"

"I love you too, Sugarplum~"

You know, it really seemed like everything would turn out wonderful, but unfortunately.....

Life tends to turn into bad directions.

Wukong woke up one morning, he felt like something was amiss. He got up and went into the bathroom, He felt a nerve wrecking pain in his stomach.

He pulled down his pants and saw….

A pool of blood running down his legs. A look of terror spread across his face.

"Macaque! Macaque!" He screamed, waking up his husband. Macaque woken up from his slumber from his cries. "Peaches what's-" he gasped at the sight of him.

"Get help! Please!" He cried, crying out excruciating pain as he held his stomach, In a sheer of panic Macaque took him in his arms and opened a portal.

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No, No!!

It not fair!! Everything was going to well, It wasn't supposed to be like this.

The Monkey King sat on the bathroom floor crying, The shower water ran over his body. The pain; the only thing the water couldn't wash away.

He....he had lost the baby.

When Macaque had taken him to the Bull Palace, he wanted Iron Fan to look over him. After a while she had told everyone--MK and the others had tagged along, the devastating news.

"I'm afraid that The Monkey King has suffered a miscarriage." Was what she said.

The water began to turn ice cold even though he didn't want to leave the spot he'd had curled up in, Tears still streaming down your face, he hugged himself tighter.

Everyone figured that since what happened between The Lady Bone Demon, his body couldn’t handle the stress.

But still. Why did this happened. He was doing so well. He was finally doing something right for once.

And now, now...

He didn't even flinched when he felt Macaque pulling him out the shower and into his arms trying to comfort him.

"Why, Mac...Why?" He mumbled, burying his face in his husband chest, he felt his lips against his forehead.

"I...I dunno hon, I just don't know." He whispered as he continued to cry, rested his head against his chest as Macaque stared at the wall in front of him.

They both stood in silence. There was nothing to be said or done.

[pidgwin]

I went through my basket of baby things for the first time since packing it after my miscarriage 15 months ago. I could only bear to part with a few things, a couple of baby grows and a few books. Only a few small things, and yet they mean so much. I will keep the rest for whenever I am lucky enough to get pregnant again. Oh, my heart

[dear-mahal-ko]

I wish i knew

It hurts knowing I lost you in a short amount of time. I don’t know if ill ever be okay. But i know you are my guiding angel. I think about holding you in my arms. I had a name for you with Gods whisper telling me what to name you. I miss the small talks in the mornings. Mama ❤️

I don’t know how to to be okay right now. It pains me enough to block the pain God has reasons for to take you away from me. I feel like its karma. Looking at the days you would call me Mama and tell me you want something in your sweet voice.

You heartbeat will always live in my heart as I heard it for the last and first time. I will miss you Zion. Mama loves you Zee 🤍

Have arthur take care of you there cuz he knows i would love you as much as I do with the people that I love.

[patience-and-prayers]

No one deserves to lose their child.

A very close friend of mine had recently lost their newborn due to negligent midwives and inexperienced doctors at Rogue Birth Center in Grants Pass, Oregon. Although this isn’t my usual content, she asks that I share her daughters memory and spread the truth of what the Rogue Birth Center did. Hopefully no more mothers will have to suffer due to neglectful midwives.

[violetspicexxx]

Smoke until the pain fades -

[joe-england]

People Share Their Miscarriage Stories on Social Media

[nananananaratking]

My miscarriage grief is so much more than my husbands is this normal?

[juttytaylorsmustache]

I'm so sorry for your loss, I can't imagine what your going through. What did you do with the fetus?

When we got home, it was around sunset so we buried her in my family cemetary in the woods. I own a little over 200 acres of forest so there's around one acre dedicated to my family (me, my husband and my two children). We planted an elm tree inside of her so she can continue to grow, we will do the same with ourselves.

I hope I will never have to bury another child again, the pain is indescribable and the silence is sickening.

[evilvampwhore]

yall my aunt just had a miscarriage..

[kmarie2119]

I don’t understand why God keeps taking my babies 😔

I was so excited for this new baby…

[hattiesjam]

Child loss

I am already a mother to a loving four year old boy in a past relationship, and my now husband wanted to try for another so our son can have someone to grow up with. We got pregnant and we were overfilled with joy, only to go the doctors and you werent there, my second baby to be wasnt there. Now im scared to even try again, i want my little love bug to have a brother or sister and i am lucky i have my boy, i know its not my fault but i cant help to blame myself.