My Miscarriage at the Most Magical Place on Earth

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We never planned to take our little one to Disney World while he was still a toddler. Our idea was to wait until he was around 4 or 5, old enough to fully enjoy everything the park had to offer. However, when a business trip to Orlando came up with a free flight for me and free admission for my son, who was under 2, we couldn’t resist. Plus, our son had recently developed a fascination with Mickey Mouse and friends, so we quickly booked a four-night stay at the happiest place on Earth.

Just days before our departure, I learned I was pregnant, expecting a November baby—perfectly timed to arrive two and a half years after our son. We set off to Orlando, excited to experience the trip as a family of four, with our little one on my lap and another safely growing inside me.

Upon landing, we checked into our hotel and headed to Downtown Disney. Watching our son’s eyes light up at the sight of Mickey was pure magic. The next day promised to be filled with joy at the Magic Kingdom.

But when I woke the following morning and went to the bathroom, I knew something was wrong. Panic set in. I crawled back into bed and told my husband, Jake, my heart shattering, that I was bleeding. It took a moment for him to grasp the situation, and when he did, he quietly asked, “What does this mean?”

“It means I’m probably not pregnant anymore,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face.

Our son woke up soon after, and feeling unsure of how to handle it all, we decided to carry on with our plans and headed to the Magic Kingdom. Before leaving, I managed to leave a message for my doctor back home about what was happening. We spent the morning riding attractions and meeting characters. My son loved every second, which helped to ease the pain, just a little.

He fell asleep in his stroller later that morning when I received a call from my doctor’s office while we strolled through Adventureland. I explained that we were on vacation, and the kind nurse advised that while I could wait on blood work, it was important to get to a hospital for a RhoGAM shot. We returned to our hotel, and Jake decided it was best to stay behind with our son, allowing him to nap and enjoy the playground.

As I climbed into the cab, I put on my bravest face. The driver asked, “You’re visiting someone?”

I shook my head. “The ER, please.”

He glanced at me in the mirror. “Are you alright?”

“No,” I thought. But I replied, “Yes, thanks. Just need to get checked out.”

The hospital felt almost like a resort—bright and welcoming, with a hint of coconut in the air. I began to cry at the check-in desk, and a nurse patted my arm, reassuring me that some women spot throughout their pregnancies. But deep down, I already knew.

After a thorough examination—ultrasound, blood work, and an internal exam—the doctor gently confirmed what I feared: I was likely experiencing a miscarriage.

Returning to the hotel, I was filled with sadness but determined to put on a brave face for my son. I showered, applied makeup to hide the evidence of my tears, and rallied my little family to head back to the Magic Kingdom for the evening.

I managed to get through the rest of the trip, even finding moments of joy. I saved my tears for when my son was asleep, and one night, on the dark bus ride back from the parks, silent tears rolled down my cheeks as my son snuggled against me and Jake held my hand.

I skipped the business trip, feeling that I would be too fragile without my family by my side and eager to see my own doctor. We arrived home together, once again a family of three, having briefly glimpsed the possibility of being a family of four. I held on tightly to my son’s laughter and cherished his sweet face, grateful for his existence and finding comfort in Jake’s embrace.

If there’s a silver lining to this painful experience, it’s that I discovered a strength within me I didn’t know existed. I learned to keep moving forward even when I wanted to hide, to laugh amidst the sorrow, and to find moments of joy while my heart was breaking. I know I’m not alone in this journey—many women experience miscarriages every day, yet they continue to be mothers, wives, sisters, and daughters. They rise each day, get dressed, and keep living, even when their hearts ache.

While I would do anything to have my November baby back, I am grateful for the resilience I’ve found within myself. For more insights on pregnancy and the journey of home insemination, you might find this resource helpful: The Center for Reproductive Health. If you’re looking for ways to boost fertility, check out these supplements. And for additional support, you can read more on this blog post.

Summary

In this heartfelt account, the author shares her experience of having a miscarriage while visiting Disney World with her family. Despite the heartbreak, she discovers her inner strength and resilience, finding joy in her son and family. The narrative emphasizes the importance of moving forward while acknowledging the pain of loss.