May 2015 – Disney!


I held the news in as long as I could and couldn’t wait to tell my family I was pregnant again. I had it all planned out – we were spending the week at Disney World for my mom’s 60th birthday so I had to wait the entire week before I could tell them (of course her birthday was literally the last day of our trip). I usually ride roller coasters but stayed off of them and my parents were starting to notice. I was feeling nauseous so I would have to sneak off to eat because they knew I wasn’t a big eater so to see me eat so much would give it away. I had to laugh because my mom was so worried that I was acting weird that she wanted me to get tested for diabetes when I got home – the whole time I was thinking, “if she only knew what was going on”.

Her birthday finally came -we had her presents wrapped and her last one was a picture of the ultrasound. Our ultrasound technician was incredible and even typed “Happy 60th Birthday Mimi” on the picture – it was adorable and so special. My parents were so excited to hear the news and laughed about putting all of the pieces together from my odd behavior. We walked through Magic Kingdom, celebrated my mom, celebrated the baby – it was just a fabulous day.

My due date was December 31st – what an amazing way to end the year and start a new year! I was so excited to be pregnant again and was so thrilled that God had blessed me with another baby!

April 2015


So, 2014 came and went and no baby. I was quite confused because I never had problems getting pregnant. I felt like the clock was ticking because I wasn’t getting any younger. I started wondering if being pregnant was ever going to happen again. Then, I felt guilty for not being content – I already had 3 precious, healthy children – why did I need more? I love my children more than anything in this world and I just wanted one more…

I teach at a university and the spring semester was coming to a close. In April, my chest started hurting and I decided to see a doctor. She did a regular pap smear and other tests but everything seemed normal. She advised me to set up a mammogram (yes, I was at the age that I needed to start thinking more about those) so I had it scheduled for the first week of May.

As April was coming to a close, I had been so busy that I hadn’t even noticed that I didn’t have my period. My periods were pretty irregular so I didn’t even want to get my hopes up. I decided to take a pregnancy test just to check. I about fainted when I saw the sign for PREGNANT!

My emotions kicked into high gear. I was so excited but also so nervous because of my miscarriage. I knew that I only wanted my husband and kids to know at first. We had a trip planned to Disney World at the end of May to celebrate my mom’s 60th birthday. I was trying to think of something creative to share our news with our family at that time because we would all be together.

My mind was racing but I was so ready for this journey……


2014 started in confusion as I was dealing with the loss of a miscarriage. Not even a week later, my uncle died unexpectedly after surgery so 2014 was not starting out well. I remember talking with my cousin and crying over her father and then when I told her about the baby, we cried even more. Life was just not making sense and 2014 was not off to a good start.

I teach at a university and school was starting back the next week. I was still confused on whether I should tell people and I finally did tell a few close co-workers but that was about it. Again, I’m not sure why I didn’t want to tell anyone about what I was going through.

I prayed every day that God would give us another baby. Each month, when my period began, I knew it was another month without a baby. I tried not to focus on it but I couldn’t help it. I tried taking my mind off of it but then everyone around me was announcing their pregnancy. I just prayed that God would reveal His plan because I didn’t understand.

2014 came and went and I wasn’t pregnant. I kept praying that God would bless us with another baby but I knew had to be patient – which is very hard to do! It’s much easier said than done…..

My pregnancy journey that ended in heartache……

Hello, my name is Alison and I want to introduce myself. I am the mother to 3 precious children and have a wonderful, supportive husband. We are a regular, normal family – my husband and I love our children more than anything in this world and knew that we wanted a 4th child. We prayed that God would bless us with another baby and that’s where our journey began.

When our youngest son turned 4, I started having baby fever – for all you ladies, you know what I mean! I watched how quickly my children were growing and I knew that I wanted another child. I began praying that God would bless us with another baby. Month after month would go by and I was almost sad when I would start my period because I knew that was another month that I wasn’t pregnant.

Around Thanksgiving of 2013, I noticed that I was late but I wasn’t getting my hopes up. I waited for 2 weeks before I took a pregnancy test (longest 2 weeks ever) and was elated when it turned out positive. The emotions of “Oh my word, we are having another baby!” and the emotions of “Oh my word – we are having another baby” were running high. I was so excited and wanted to tell the world but knew I better sit tight on my news.

With my other pregnancies, I was sick almost the entire pregnancy – there were only a few days that I felt “good”. I noticed with this pregnancy that my energy level was super high (like Energizer Bunny high), my appetite increased dramatically and I was like, finally, a good pregnancy! Christmas was closing in and I so badly wanted to tell my family but I knew that I still had to keep quiet.

Christmas Eve, we were sitting at a friend’s house and I noticed that my stomach was cramping and uncomfortable. I figured that I had just eaten something weird or I was exhausted from all of the festivities. In the back of my mind, I thought something wasn’t right but I just continued on.

Christmas Day, I still didn’t feel right. The cramping was pretty strong and I had to put on a fake smile so no one would notice. By the end of the night, I knew in my heart that this wasn’t normal so I told my husband we should probably go to the doctor the next day.

I was lying on the table in the ultrasound office and remembering how excited I was when I saw my other children for the first time. The technician came in and she started the exam. I remember looking at the screen and nothing was there – absolutely nothing. She looked puzzled and kept searching but again, nothing to be found. She looked at me sadly and said she was so sorry but there was no baby. “What do you mean no baby?” I asked her, so confused on what was happening. This had never happened before and I almost felt dumb for not knowing what was going on. While she was getting a doctor for me to see, I went to the bathroom and began bleeding intensely. I knew that something was so wrong but again, had no clue what was happening to me.

I was sitting in the doctor’s office in a state of confusion. He wasn’t my normal doctor so I had no clue who he was. He came in hastily and had this odd look on his face. He bluntly asked me, “So why do you think you were pregnant?” I was hurt that he was using terms like “were” because I was still so confused. He looked at me like I was some crazy woman that didn’t know anything about pregnancy and I sat there almost speechless. I told him all of the pregnancy symptoms I was having (no doc, I’m NOT crazy!) and he shook his head. He explained that I was most likely having a chemical pregnancy, which meant that we conceived a baby but the baby didn’t live past a day or two. My body still told me I was pregnant, even though I really wasn’t pregnant anymore.

I sat there in disbelief and asked him what I had to do from this point. I had blood work drawn that day and my count showed that I was definitely pregnant. I had to come back each week for blood work until my count showed that I was no longer pregnant. Walking in each week made me so upset and after the 3rd visit, I honestly started to avoid their phone calls and almost refused to get the last test. In my mind, going for that last test would completely confirm that I wasn’t having a baby. A baby that was due on my birthday – a baby that I already loved – a baby that I couldn’t wait to meet.

New Year’s came and went and for some reason, I didn’t want to tell anyone what had happened – not even my mom and I tell her everything. I don’t know why I didn’t tell anyone – I am an open book and not shy about talking to people. But this felt odd – the word “miscarriage” wasn’t in my vocabulary and I truly did not know what I was supposed to do or say.

There was only one person that I knew would understand because she had been through a miscarriage just a few months before. I was always sad for her but did not know what she had truly been through – until now. I called her and told her that I finally understood how she felt and I was so sad for her loss. We cried together and that was a bond that we had – a bond that I did not want to share with my friend. Friends are supposed to bond over fun things like favorite movies, fun times, favorite restaurants – not miscarriages.

As I began 2014, I prayed that God would reveal His plan to us and if it was His will, that we would be blessed with another baby. More to come….

Thank you for letting me share my story with you,

God Bless,


Hello world!

My name is Alison and I am brand new to this whole blogging world. My dear friend is an expert blogger and I asked her to please teach me so I could share my life journey. My main journey that I want to share is my pain over my miscarriages and if I can help just one person, my story is complete.

Thank you for letting me share – I have found it to be quite therapeutic and I pray that someone is touched or can use my words to help heal.

God Bless,