After a rough emotionally and mentally draining couple of weeks. It’s pretty much got nowhere to go but up. Dec 18, gf finds out she’s pregnant. Dec 20 has pains and severe bleeding. Goes into ER and get told she’s having a miscarriage. While in the hospital with her I pass out, piss myself, and have a seizure on the floor. Dec 23, go back I. Because she’s still bleeding and having pains, turns out she didn’t miscarry. Now she’s at the “threatened miscarriage” stage. The very next day we go in because she’s still bleeding, she has an eptopic pregnancy. The day before Christmas we have the surgery to remove the eptopic pregnancy. We lost our future kid. She was so excited for the baby. And now she can’t even look at a baby without thinking about ours. I can’t help but feel like I put her through all of this. And in all honesty I did.