Hi Gotta,

Thanks for reading. Yeah, I always felt alone going through them. The first time, he was sympathetic, but every time after, he was more or less nonchalant about it. In the long run, everything turned out better this way. When you're young, you don't recognize red flags. And sometimes, when you're old, you also don't recognize red flags, but you live and you learn and hopefully, you do better. This particular miscarriage was the worse by far because I think I was further along. The bleeding was horrible. I don't think I ever realized how much blood one uterus could hold. Lived to tell the cautionary tale, though, so there's that.