Love for the Unknown: A Miscarriage Story
Updated: Mar 23
Dr. Stephanie Libs is the founder of Cafe of Life a holistic chiropractic center focusing on families. "Dr. Steph", DC, CACCP has spent much of her career working with and helping families through pregnancy, fertility, postpartum, infants and breastfeeding. She is extremely accomplished and knowledgeable. When she experienced her miscarriage she was taken by complete surprise. She decided to use her experience to learn more and share her story as much as possible. Her story below was originally published in Pathways to Family Wellness Magazine. Please visit her website to learn more about what an amazing woman she is and read her full story here.
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Written by Dr. Stephanie Libs, DC
Published in Pathways to Family Wellness Magazine
After dating for eight years, followed by 14 months of planning, my husband and I finally tied the knot. Then, about six weeks before the wedding, we conceived. So, we thought, what better time than our wedding to announce our pregnancy? Everyone we loved and cared about would be there, and we could surprise them all at once. Upon completion of all the speeches and our thank-yous, Dean and I asked our parents to join us at the front of the room. We had them close their eyes and hold out their hands. When they opened their eyes they were holding onesies with the words “I love my grandma” and “I love my grandpa,” and we excitedly yelled out ,“We’re pregnant!” The room exploded with excitement, cheers, laughter, and tears. All four soon-to-be grandparents were overwhelmed with joy and couldn’t stop hugging us and each other. We were bombarded with love and support. It was a moment we will never forget.
Two days later I started to experience mild cramping and light spotting. I was uncomfortable but thought nothing of it. I read that implantation can cause spotting or bleeding, so I thought it was normal. After a few hours, the cramping increased and I began to worry, even calling the ER triage nurses at my local hospital to make sure what I was experiencing was within normal ranges. According to them it was, and there was nothing to worry about.
That night it was difficult to sleep. The bleeding and cramping increased to far worse than a normal period—I knew something wasn’t right. By the next morning the symptoms had increased, but I went to my office to see patients anyway. I had a full morning scheduled, but between appointments I somehow managed to call my midwife, and, with a trembling voice, explained what was happening. I’ll never forget the slow, soothing tone in her voice as she said “Stephanie, it sounds like you’re having a miscarriage.” Although her voice was soft, it hit me harder than a freight train. Panic immediately surged through my veins. I asked her what to do, desperately seeking an answer. She gave me options, but knowing that I trust my body, she knew I would prefer little to no medical intervention. So I went home to spend time with my new husband of three days and cried.
It was not exactly what we expected during our first few days of marriage. I cried harder than I’ve ever cried before. Then the physical pain started. That afternoon I felt my uterus go through rhythmic contractions that grew more and more painful. I was still in denial. It took me hours to call my family and admit to them that things weren’t picture-perfect. After all, how could this happen to me? I’m a chiropractor. I’m healthy. I specialize in pregnancy! How can I face my friends, my patients, and the birth community, who all listen to me talk about pregnancy and birth every day? I couldn’t even keep a viable pregnancy. The self-blame kicked in. What did I do wrong? Photos of our wedding and our big announcement had been posted online, so even when the loss started, I was still receiving congratulatory messages.
I didn’t leave my house for a week. I felt intense shame, but at the same time I felt compelled to be public about it. Like anything these days, it’s not official until it’s on Facebook. I took to my social media outlets to let the cat out of the bag. I assumed I’d get well wishes and condolences, but the feedback I received was completely unexpected. The number of women and even men who commented and sent me messages saying they had gone through the same thing was astounding. I realized I was not alone. This was the first step towards healing.
I began researching and learned that approximately 25 percent of women will experience a miscarriage at some time in their life. Most of these miscarriages occur in the first trimester, which is usually the time when we keep our pregnancy a secret. Why is that? There is so much fear placed around birth. We, as a society, have given our power to the white coat, monitors, procedures, and tests. We’ve lost our sense of connection to self. And with miscarriage afflicting so many, it’s become normal to hide our vulnerabilities during those precious first few weeks.
For me, I wanted to share my pregnancy with everyone as soon as I found out. I’m glad I did, because it was the most exciting thing in my life. Telling everyone I was pregnant, then telling everyone that I miscarried, surprisingly facilitated an amazing amount of support. There were a few people who asked me why I even told anyone in the first place, and, why didn’t I wait until 12 weeks to share the news. My answer was always, ... [Read more]