Failed Cerclage (not emergency cerclage)

I know words can't really comfort the terrible hurt you are going through right now but your post made me want to reach out to you and tell you how sorry I am to hear of another heart broken as yours has been.

Be kind to yourself and take time to grieve. I found a local support group really helped me process this senseless loss. Wishing you support on your journey.

Thanks. I know that I need time physically and emotionally to heal but I am trying not to focus on when Society thinks that I should try again. My fear now is that if I wait too long I will be unable to have children again or something will happen where it will take a couple of years to get another bundle of joy.
I am approaching 28 but.......I have been trying for years to conceive. I was seeing a fertility doctor and there was no success and on my hands and knees praying and then finally..... I finally got pregnant at 26 with my daughter out of the blue. But then she passed.
I thought that I was being shown favor when I got pregnant again with my son but that only ended up in another tragedy.

I desperately want to try again soon but I am afraid. Skeptical of what others may say about me trying again in a few months and scared that this ordeal may happen again. To be honest the few people that knew that I was pregnant do not even know that I have lost my son. I don't even know if it's embaressment or the thought of people feeling pitty for me.
I am just ONE BIG QUESTION MARK

I wish you the best of luck in your next try as well. I have had a baby die at birth, 3 other miscarriages and a baby at 29 weeks who is now healthy - I want another so bad but wonder how many times I will try for success this time. I have low progesterone, an incompetent cervix and a tilted pelvis so not much on my side . . . . it seems so unfair at times to watch people have 4, 5, or more kids and some who don't even care about them . . .

Hello everyone,
I am 24yrs old and I lost my first baby boy on April 17, 2009. I never thought I would ever post this publicly but this will help me heal and I hope this will help any of you. I was diagnosed with an IC after losing my child at 22wks. I really thought everything was going to be okay because I past the 3month mark and was like hey I'm going to have this baby unfortunately, it took a wrong turn and I just couldn't believe I lost my first baby. My husband and I were so devastated. I thought after what happened to us I thought it would make us much stronger but we were falling apart. He was frustrated I was frustrated. It was just a battle of emotions moving like a rollercoaster. I kept blaming myself finding everything thing that I did wrong. I was sucked into this whole depression over my son’s death for the remainder of that year. I was so terrified of getting pregnant that I pushed my husband away and became a workaholic. I gave him all the excuses of why I didn’t want to have sex. I kept saying I was tired. It got to the point where me and my husband argued every single day once I got off work. I went into a whole drinking episode and I hit rock bottom. I was so afraid of that feeling I had in the hospital of losing my son that I drank and numbed it away. I drank often because I didn’t want to share with anyone family or friends about how I really felt. I thought I could handle my feelings and emotions on my own. I didn’t even want to open up to my husband because he felt the same way and I didn’t want to make him sad because I constantly blamed myself. I didn’t realize all of these things until me and my husband sat down and just had a lay out of what we have been feeling then we started to open up to each other explaining our own journeys with what happened to our son. So instead of going on the journey of recovery together we were trying to handle it the best way we thought we could and it didn’t work. We both realize this after that great talk and it made me stronger than ever. Its just sad how death can take its toll on you and just put you in darkness.

After this whole episode of losing my dear child, I realize that I can’t dwell on his death and also never would I forget it. So I made a promise to my son that I will keep trying no matter what and one day I will have his brother or sister. Just this past month, me and my husband decided we are going to try again and to stay positive. It was a rough road last year but ladies I want you to know that there is a man above us who sees all our pains and suffering and he knows we can handle it. We are woman and the reason why there are humans here I just want everyone to know not give up and have faith.

Here is a little hope story for you all:
My mother lost my little brother right after me. I was born in 1985 and my little brother in 1984 the reason is still unknown. He was born 7 months premature and ever since that year my mom had multiple miscarriages. She wanted a boy so badly because she had three girls me and my two sisters. Her doctor diagnosed her with an Incompetent cervix. Fifteen years later after more than 5 miscarriages my mom gave birth to my little brother at the age of 39 going on 40. Her doctor placed a cerclage at 13 weeks and my mom carried my miracle brother for 38 weeks. He is healthy and is 10 years old so he is such a blessing. I was the youngest child until he came along and he has brought so much joy and happiness to our family. See there is hope.

Good luck to everyone and I wish you all the best. Thank you for reading my story I really appreciate it.

Good luck in the future and I hope future pregnancies bring you joy...

Ellenbb