A woman named Kristen Moore struck a chord with hundreds of thousands of people on Twitter after sharing the things she had to experience while grieving the loss of her pregnancy.
BuzzFeed spoke to Kristen, who is sharing her story to help spread awareness and support.
Kristen, who lives in New York, began her viral list about the things no one tells you about having a miscarriage by pointing out how expensive it can be.
Kristen talked about how healing after a miscarriage takes a great deal of time.
She said there is a total lack of support from healthcare professionals when it comes to miscarriages.
And medical professionals often provide little to no information about post-miscarriage health and recovery.
She experienced a situation where a pharmacist refused to give her information about how to use a medication vaginally — which is what she needed to do to pass her miscarriage.
This is because many pharmacists are unaware that you are even having a miscarriage when you come in to get the medication.
As someone who has suffered from infertility, she experienced a lot of anxiety around having a natural pregnancy.
Miscarriage is a severely isolating time.
The recovery is longer than most people believe, too.
Partners of those who experience miscarriage also deeply feel the pain of a miscarriage loss and it is often unacknowledged.
Having a miscarriage in your second trimester doesn't mean your body immediately goes back to not looking and feeling pregnant.
People may say the wrong thing to you after having a miscarriage.
These hurtful statements will even come from those who think they are helping.
But there will be special healthcare professionals and people in your life who make you feel more at ease.
And when it's over, you're left to navigate emotions and trauma unlike anything you've ever experienced.
Dr. Montes said that it is sad to hear the negative feedback Kristen experienced with healthcare professionals and she hopes nurses and doctors treat their patients with empathy. "As an OB-GYN, I think it is important that we think about the patient as a whole — physically and mentally. We need to let patients know all expectations, possibilities, and provide resources for support where they can feel more prepared."
Lastly, Kristen did recount her whole miscarriage experience in detail to BuzzFeed if you would like to read it below. "It's long — but that's the point," she said.
"I had what's called a missed miscarriage. My body didn't naturally pass the miscarriage when the baby stopped developing. I started spotting in week 11 — this is fairly normal, according to my midwife — and, after a few days, I insisted on going to get an ultrasound. I just...I thought something was wrong.
Here is a timeline of the events:
Friday: No heartbeat at the ultrasound. I call my midwife, she runs through my options, and we decide to go the medicine route. She prescribes misoprostol for me. I also call my acupuncturist. She is the damn best and COMES TO MY HOUSE to bring me some herbs to help with the passing.
Saturday: My husband picks up my medication. The directions/pamphlet patient insert is unclear and wrong. I'm in tears because the PPI warns about causing miscarriage. I call the pharmacist, who dodges my questions, low-key accuses me of trying to abort my child on the sly, and then refuses to give me information about how to use the medication vaginally. I page my midwife, who's at a birth. She calls me back and tells me how to use the medication. I insert it and wait for it to work. It's supposed to begin to 'work' within two hours and then you pass the whole thing at some point. It doesn't work. I mean, I'm bleeding. But not passing a baby.
Sunday: I wait to hear from my midwife. I do a lot of internet research about why the non-baby refuses to come out. I find evidence that two rounds of the medication can increase its efficacy. When I hear back from my midwife, I ask her about this. She confirms my clearly excellent internet research and says if the misoprostol doesn't work by Monday, she'll prescribe another round. My husband delays a trip to Michigan with my son so that I'm not alone. I'm bleeding a lot, but not passing.
Monday: Still no dice on the meds. Midwife prescribes another round. I get it 'early' in the day so that we'll know it is working before my husband and kid leave. The pharmacist again isn't read into the fact that I'm taking the meds for a miscarriage, so he prescribes the oral pills. When I finally tell him, 'I'm trying to pass a miscarriage, so I really need the vaginal tablets,' he is apologetic and caring. He reports that his system has no PPI for this kind of use, but he has located some online and offers them to me and confirms that this is a trusted, reliable use of the pill. Once I take the second dose, I have some cramping, suggesting it'll work. We decide that it'll be easier to go through the 'labor' without my toddler around. We have no family in town to watch him and it's still a pandemic. So, leaving to go to Michigan seems simpler than anything else.
Tuesday: Still no dice on the meds. I'm supposed to fly to Michigan on Wednesday. I work with my midwife to figure out what to do. She says she can't get me in for a D&C until Thursday at the earliest. But I have no one to take me to and from the hospital. At least no one I'm comfortable with. My midwife says I can go to the emergency room and they will have to do the D&C. That...doesn't sit right with me, but I'm glad to know it's an option. I spend the day trying to figure out what to do. It's possible that the misoprostol will suddenly start working. Either way, I'm bleeding a lot.
I call two places in town, including the OB that I was seeing before the pandemic. The front desk lady wants me to explain in detail how I know I'm miscarrying. Was I really pregnant in the first place? And, either way, they say they can't get me in until Friday. They will need to verify all of the information themselves. Sigh.
I call a place in Michigan just to see if I could fly there, where we have family and childcare. An angel of a person (her name is Erica, I think) says, 'This is an odd request. But let me see what I can do.' I say, 'I'm so sorry--I don't mean to make your day a challenge.' She says, 'Darling, you're having a much, much worse day than me. Let me see if I can help. I'll be in touch.' She calls back and says Dr. Sikkenga will squeeze me in either on her lunch hour or before work that coming Thursday or Friday.
Wednesday: I fly to Michigan. I'm cramping and worried that I'm going actually have the miscarriage on the plane. My therapist says it's okay to tell the flight attendant that it might happen. I do. She is caring, discrete, and attentive.
Thursday: I go to see the angel doctor who has agreed to see me. They confirm that 1) there's no heartbeat and 2) there's no evidence that the meds are working to help the mass descend. D&C is the most appropriate route. They decide to squeeze me in later that day. On Friday, I join my family for pictures. I still look pregnant. I bleed for about another week.
So...it took weeks from start to finish. And all of it was horrible.
The baby would have been due on January 9th. I don't know how I'll feel then, but based upon other Twitter users' experiences, I'm bracing for a rough day. So...maybe it's not even over now. Doesn't feel over."
We want to sincerely thank Kristen for sharing her story. You can follow her on Twitter here.
"I also want to give a shoutout to Queen City Health and my acupuncturist, Toni Haugen, who went out of her way to contact and support me through this. The doctor in Michigan was Ericka Sikkenga. She and her staff at Mercy Health Muskegon were so compassionate and caring — I was absolutely floored," added Kristen.