I thought we had finally made it to safety
After years of infertility and IVF, my husband and I lost our daughter Frances at 23 weeks.
We had finally started allowing ourselves to believe things might work out. She was a euploid embryo, the pregnancy had been progressing well overall, and after prior losses we felt like we had finally made it to safer ground. We even had our anatomy scan shortly before she passed and while not every image was obtained, nothing major had been flagged.
Then suddenly there was no heartbeat.
I delivered her two weeks ago and I honestly still feel like I’m living in another reality. We are now waiting on autopsy, genetics, and more testing, but so far there are no clear answers. The uncertainty is brutal.
I think one of the hardest parts is that after infertility and prior miscarriage, I thought making it into the second trimester meant we were finally going to bring our baby home. I had finally let myself feel hopeful and attached in a different way.
Now I feel caught between worlds. Infertility was already isolating, but stillbirth feels isolating in an entirely different way.
I would really appreciate hearing from others who experienced later losses:
Did you ever get answers?
How did you survive the waiting and uncertainty?
Did you eventually find hope again, even if you never fully “moved on”?
Reading stories here has helped me feel less alone, so thank you for listening.