My first pregnancy brought me the most heartache. My husband and I had just moved into a new apartment, my mother and I were planning my baby shower, and life was slowly, beautifully falling into place.
Until the day I began to bleed. I rushed to the hospital and was told all was fine—but something didn’t feel right. I returned later that week, and was reassured we were okay.
But the following day, I went into labor. At just 22 weeks gestation, Margaret Hope Blossom was born, just shy of a pound. A few hours later, she was gone.Trauma like that comes at you in waves.
I knew right away that the grief would cause some serious depression. What I didn’t know was that the entire experience would also leave me with PTSD.At least , according to a.