I miscarried at 8 weeks. It began with cramping and some light bleeding that continued to get worse. By Monday night I knew something was wrong and took myself to the ER. They did blood work and wanted an ultrasound, but there were too many others ahead of me for it to happen that night (I live in Canada). My husband and I came back in on Tuesday morning for an ultrasound. I cried through the whole thing as I was absolutely sure they would tell me there was nothing. But then they saw a sac. The technician said I had my dates wrong - the baby showed the growth of a 5.2 week fetus. She said it was implantation bleeding. I wanted to believe her so badly, so I did. We were told to come back on Thursday night for more blood work to compare HcG levels.

I chose to believe the technician because I desperately wanted to. However, in moments of honesty I knew that I had what I thought was implantation bleeding just a few days after when I would have conceived. And the pain I was in was unreal - much worse than period cramping.

And my heart knew. It just knew.

On Wednesday night I went to the washroom and passed a huge piece of tissue. I knew what it was. I can never unsee what I saw. The cramping stopped almost immediately after, and only then did I truly realize and appreciate how much pain I had been in for days before.

Thursday night's blood work confirmed what we knew to be true. Levels were dropping quickly.

Emotions have been running high. It's been sad.