HAPPY BDAY polarmads
This is so short omg my editing skills really downgraded —
Tysm for listening to my daily rants hahahhahaa and pretty much making my day 1000x better and i hope u have a good time ♡ ily and enjoy ur bday
‼️NEW BLOG ALERT 🚨 ‼️
➡️➡️➡️➡️Head over to www.parkinsplasticsurgery.com to check out my latest blog posting about vaginal rejuvenation
We’re offering the advanced technology of a CO2 Laser for vaginal tightening🙌🏼🙌🏼
Contact us today for your consultation!
When you see those 2 pink lines you’ve been waiting and waiting for you start to dream and even let some hope and excitement creep in. You start to think about what life will look like when that baby makes his or her entrance. You start to even wonder how you will all adjust to life with a little sibling in the picture.
You always have worries and fears in the back of your mind because you know how precious and delicate the life growing inside of you is.
Weeks go by and you start to feel a little more excitement and right when you’re starting to relax a little you go to the bathroom only to see some blood. You start to panic, your mind goes to the worst possible place because you’ve been here before. You know what this could mean. You talk to some family and friends and they all tell you not to worry. The bleeding stops you go to sleep and wake up to even more blood. You lose all hope you know in your heart that the life that was growing inside of you is no longer there. There is nothing you can do but wait until all that was inside is gone. You bleed and your painful cramps are a reminder of how all of your hopes and dreams have changed within moments. You remind yourself you can try again but when this isn’t the first time you’ve experienced loss, it gets harder to have hope as you continue to long for the family you’ve always dreamed of having. You try to go about your days and remain in some kind of “normal” routine but that doesn’t take away the pain and sadness.
Miscarriage is real. It’s sad. It’s painful. It doesn’t matter how many you have to hold in your arms, it never gets easier. Less than 1% of women experience 3 or more miscarriages. I’m part of that 1% and it’s no fun. I talk about these experiences because I know the other 1% needs to know they’re not alone. Is it normal? Absolutely not. Does that make it any easier? Hell no! Especially when you don’t have answers and constantly wonder “why me?”.