with all of that. Good thing I’m not planning on getting a lot of sleep.
I’ve gained some weight and had to get bigger clothes. I secretly bought a little, super soft teddy bear and this cute onesy for the baby. Sometimes, I would find myself talking to him or her. “We’ll be okay, won’t we baby? You’ll be a little bundle of joy, I’m sure.” Whenever I would get scared or nervous, I talked it through with the little life growing inside of me. It always made me feel better.
Graduation is today and then we are going to be workaholics. We had to prepare for this baby as much as we could. Watching my body change little by little has been amazing. I’ve actually enjoyed it. By next week, I’ll be thirteen weeks. I had been thinking of different names for a boy or a girl but I’m too indecisive about it. I talked Jake into meeting with Conrad, Melanie, and his little boy to just see how they’ve been dealing with it. We are supposed to meet with them tomorrow at lunch.
My hands make their way to my stomach to rest. Pain shoots through my abdomen and I double over in pain. What was wrong? I rush to the bathroom where I see that there is a bit of blood rushing out. After ten minutes, the pain and blood subside. I should be okay now. There’s always a little spotting, right? I change my clothes and drive to school, where my dad is already waiting. I find my place in line and pull on my graduation attire. We march in and have a seat after the pledge of allegiance. Oh my. Pain crosses my back and it hurts. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out.
I watch in a painful haze as Jake gets his diploma. He smiles at me and I return with a fake smile. I try to cover up the pain. I guess I pulled it off. Almost there, I tell myself as my row is called to stand. Metallic taste explodes in my mouth. Bit too hard. Pain bursts in my stomach and I grab onto the railing to hold myself up. After a minute, the pain subsides. Two more people before me. I can feel blood seeping out. Oh god. What’s happening? The next person is called and I try to stand straight and act normal. I take a deep breath and swallow.
“ Emily Johnson.” I walk over to the principle, shake hands and grab my diploma as he congratulates me. I smile. I did it. I walk across the stage and go down one step when it happens. Pain cuts into me deeper than before. I double over as blackness enfolds me. Last thing I hear is Jake’s voice calling out my name.
Jake
Seeing Emily collapse, my heart races. I call out her name, jump up, and run to her. I cradle her in my arms and see blood on the floor. Oh no. God, no. “Sweetness, wake up. Emily, c’mon.” I hear commotion around me as an ambulance is called and Mike rushes over.
“ She’s having a miscarriage,” Mike says softly.
No!
No. Emily will be heartbroken. Our baby was dying. Dying before it was even born. Tears fall onto Emily’s face as my vision blurs. I rock her in my arms until the ambulance arrives and carries her off. All my thoughts are on Emily and our lost baby. I ride in the ambulance with Emily and hold her hand. The ride to the hospital seemed to take forever. Once there though, they take Emily away from me. I slide down the wall and bury my face on my arms, which are folded over my knees. Sobs rack my body. What if there are complications? What if something happens to Emily? Terror courses through my blood at an alarming rate.
I wanted the baby to be okay, but I needed Emily to be fine. The horror of that statement crashes into me along with sadness and grief. Hours later, I lift my head when I hear, “Mr. Johnson?” I ignore the fact that I didn’t notice when Dad and Mike got here. I stand up, walk beside Mike, and wait for the doctor to continue.
“ Your daughter suffered from a miscarriage. We had to perform a D&C, which is dilation and curettage, to stop the bleeding and prevent infection. She’ll need to monitor herself closely to ensure that the bleeding has
I’ve gained some weight and had to get bigger clothes. I secretly bought a little, super soft teddy bear and this cute onesy for the baby. Sometimes, I would find myself talking to him or her. “We’ll be okay, won’t we baby? You’ll be a little bundle of joy, I’m sure.” Whenever I would get scared or nervous, I talked it through with the little life growing inside of me. It always made me feel better.
Graduation is today and then we are going to be workaholics. We had to prepare for this baby as much as we could. Watching my body change little by little has been amazing. I’ve actually enjoyed it. By next week, I’ll be thirteen weeks. I had been thinking of different names for a boy or a girl but I’m too indecisive about it. I talked Jake into meeting with Conrad, Melanie, and his little boy to just see how they’ve been dealing with it. We are supposed to meet with them tomorrow at lunch.
My hands make their way to my stomach to rest. Pain shoots through my abdomen and I double over in pain. What was wrong? I rush to the bathroom where I see that there is a bit of blood rushing out. After ten minutes, the pain and blood subside. I should be okay now. There’s always a little spotting, right? I change my clothes and drive to school, where my dad is already waiting. I find my place in line and pull on my graduation attire. We march in and have a seat after the pledge of allegiance. Oh my. Pain crosses my back and it hurts. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out.
I watch in a painful haze as Jake gets his diploma. He smiles at me and I return with a fake smile. I try to cover up the pain. I guess I pulled it off. Almost there, I tell myself as my row is called to stand. Metallic taste explodes in my mouth. Bit too hard. Pain bursts in my stomach and I grab onto the railing to hold myself up. After a minute, the pain subsides. Two more people before me. I can feel blood seeping out. Oh god. What’s happening? The next person is called and I try to stand straight and act normal. I take a deep breath and swallow.
“ Emily Johnson.” I walk over to the principle, shake hands and grab my diploma as he congratulates me. I smile. I did it. I walk across the stage and go down one step when it happens. Pain cuts into me deeper than before. I double over as blackness enfolds me. Last thing I hear is Jake’s voice calling out my name.
Jake
Seeing Emily collapse, my heart races. I call out her name, jump up, and run to her. I cradle her in my arms and see blood on the floor. Oh no. God, no. “Sweetness, wake up. Emily, c’mon.” I hear commotion around me as an ambulance is called and Mike rushes over.
“ She’s having a miscarriage,” Mike says softly.
No!
No. Emily will be heartbroken. Our baby was dying. Dying before it was even born. Tears fall onto Emily’s face as my vision blurs. I rock her in my arms until the ambulance arrives and carries her off. All my thoughts are on Emily and our lost baby. I ride in the ambulance with Emily and hold her hand. The ride to the hospital seemed to take forever. Once there though, they take Emily away from me. I slide down the wall and bury my face on my arms, which are folded over my knees. Sobs rack my body. What if there are complications? What if something happens to Emily? Terror courses through my blood at an alarming rate.
I wanted the baby to be okay, but I needed Emily to be fine. The horror of that statement crashes into me along with sadness and grief. Hours later, I lift my head when I hear, “Mr. Johnson?” I ignore the fact that I didn’t notice when Dad and Mike got here. I stand up, walk beside Mike, and wait for the doctor to continue.
“ Your daughter suffered from a miscarriage. We had to perform a D&C, which is dilation and curettage, to stop the bleeding and prevent infection. She’ll need to monitor herself closely to ensure that the bleeding has
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