The Miscarriage
The Miscarriage Bad Blood I started spotting in my 8 th week of pregnancy. It brought on a panic and a distress within me that I hadn’t felt before. I tried to focus on my work but it was so hard to do. Amidst the panic, I managed a comical text to my bestie, Jean. Perhaps a little comic relief would ease the fear, I thought. Kris: Jean, I’m spotting. I don’t know what to expect. We have a doctor’s appointment soon but I’m scared. Jean: Ok, it’s normal to be scared. Let me know how it goes. Kris: OK. Kris: Btw, ‘Baby, now we got bad blood’ has taken on a whole new meaning. (Y’know the Taylor Swift song) Jean: OMG Kris --- (the following are adaptations of entries from my journal circa Sept 15) In many ways, throughout history, blood has been a symbol of life. I think of how so much of who we are is in our blood. I think of how from a sample of blood in a test tube, our futures are altered forever- at risk, not at risk, sick, not sick, pregnan
