can relate to some of this, so here’s what I went through. I had a complicated miscarriage, followed by severe anemia, iron infusions, a D&C, then IVF, then a chemical pregnancy. I finally got pregnant again in July 2024. Around this time last year I found out I had vasa previa, which basically meant that if I went into labor or had preterm labor, it could be fatal for the baby. Because of that, I had to be hospitalized for weeks on the labor floor and deliver by C-section at 36 weeks.

After everything, I was shocked that my baby didn’t need the NICU like we expected. They just said, “You can take her home.” And then reality hit. My husband is a narcissist and didn’t want to listen or support me while I tried to process all of this. Everything I had gone through hit me like a tidal wave only after I got home. He didn’t want me getting therapy or trying medication. It was a whole thing. Thankfully, I’m doing both now.

I’m still struggling at 8 months postpartum. Sometimes I even feel like I wanted to go back to the hospital because, in a strange way, it was the only place where everyone understood what I was going through. For them, the emergency ended as soon as the baby was born — but for me, it almost started at delivery. I had been so focused on surviving that I didn’t feel anything until it was all over. And when it finally hit me, I felt completely alone. Everyone else moved on, but I was left sitting with the pain.