Ohio's Little Ones Against the World
The day I found out I miscarried a second baby was the same day the Ohio State football team played and won the 2014 National Championship. I have cheered voraciously for the Buckeyes for as long as I can remember, but this time, all I recall is crying and napping throughout the game. I could not find it in me to care. Something seemingly so important suddenly became starkly insignificant. Significant was the utter guilt and sheer sadness. Each of my pregnancy losses resulted in guilt. But this time was harder, more intense. Mainly because I possibly could have done something. I could have fought more for our little one. Our firstborn was nine months old when we found ourselves unintentionally pregnant again. With our oldest, a fertility doctor had placed me on the hormone supplement progesterone which resulted in a healthy, beautiful, seven pound baby girl, Rylie Grace. I fearfully asked my OBGYN doctor if for this pregnancy I would need to be on progesterone again an...