Cat Miscarriage Novels & Stories

Nang lalong sumigid ang sakit sa kanyang tiyan, tuluyan na siyang napasigaw at pikit ang mga matang napahiga sa baldosa. She heard rushed footsteps after. "Oh my god,Tala!" It was her Mom, agad siya nitong dinaluhan. "What's wrong?" She opened her eyes through tears, seeing her Mom's worried face. "I-it hurts, Mom. I-it hurts!" she cried, gripping her mother's arm as the pain intensified. "I-it's the baby. The b-baby..." "Oh you, poor child. Joshua, your daughter is having a miscarriage!" it was her grandmother, panic in her voice. "Fidel, ihanda mo ang sasakyan, madali!"

mahina niyang tanong. Hindi agad sumagot ang doktor. Ngunit sapat na ang katahimikan nito para maramdaman ni Lyka ang paparating na sakit. "Nagkaroon kayo ng miscarriage." Parang nabingi si Lyka. "Hindi," bulong niya. "Sinubukan naming iligtas ang bata," maingat na dagdag ng doktor. "Pero masyadong malakas ang impact ng aksidente."

Hindi ko kayang may masamang mangyari sa anak namin. “Sir, kailangan po nating i-monitor ang baby,” sabi ng doctor, seryoso ang tono. “Hindi pa po stable. Uminom kasi siya ng alak, at masama ’yon dahil hindi pa siya nasa first trimester. High risk po ang miscarriage.” Parang binuhusan ako ng malamig na tubig. “Miscarriage?” halos pabulong ko. Tumango ang doctor. “Gagawin namin ang lahat, pero sana po… bantayan niyo siya. Kailangan niya ng proper rest, at bawal ang stress.”

Tila ba tumigil ang kanyang paghinga ng mga oras na iyon dahil sa lintik na itsura ng doktora. Malungkot na hinarap sila ng doktora. "I am so sorry but, her baby is dead. It's happen like placental abruption by shaken the baby syndrome to miscarriage." "No way! Jusko po!" tila nawalan ng lakas si Celina. Mabuti na lamang at maagap si Lucas at agad siyang nasalo nito. Hindi na niya nakayanan at hinimatay siya sa sobrang frustration.

“Marcus, dapat naman, may plano na kayo. Hindi kayo bumabata.” Doon na napuno si Bianca. Huminga siya nang malalim bago nagsalita, nanginginig ang boses. “I… I can’t get pregnant anymore.” Napatingin ang magulang ni Marcus… parehong may gulat at inis sa mga mata. “Ano’ng ibig mong sabihin?” malamig na tanong ng ama. “It’s because of the miscarriage…” halos pabulong niyang sagot. “Naapektuhan yung matres ko. Hindi na ako magkakaanak.”

“Bakit ka umiiyak? Hindi naman ako mawawalan ng anak kasi hindi…hindi naman ko buntis. Wala—” “What I said is true. You were six weeks pregnant, Mrs. Almeradez. The accident, your previous vigorous activity and too much stress cause the miscarriage.” “D-Doc, hindi nga ako buntis. H-Hindi ko…” sumingit ang mapait na hikbi sa kanyang bibig. Matalim ang sakit na gumuhit sa kanyang dibd ib. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Almeradez.” “H-Hindi. Wala akong—Ate…”

The doctor’s words echoed in my ears, a cruel, relentless barrage of medical jargon that failed to mask the devastating truth. “I’m so sorry,” he’d said, his voice soft, his eyes filled with compassion. “There was… a complication. And I hate to bring you the bad news but… you’ve had a miscarriage. You lost your baby, Miss Sanchez.” A miscarriage. The word felt alien, clinical, inadequate to describe the profound sense of loss that consumed me. It wasn’t just the loss of a pregnancy; it was the loss of a dream, the loss of a future, the loss of a part of myself. It was the loss of my child.

"A-anong ibig sabihin niyan, Doc?" ​"Maselan ang pagbubuntis mo. May nakita kaming bahagyang pagdurugo sa loob o subchorionic hemorrhage. Any sudden movement, too much stress, or even just standing for too long could lead to a miscarriage," paliwanag ni Dr. Cruz. "Hindi sapat na uminom ka lang ng vitamins. You need total bed rest and, more importantly, emotional support."

“Mr. Fabellon, I am pleased to inform you that your girlfriend’s condition is now stable. However, during the operation, she experienced three episodes of cardiac arrest, which required us to perform resuscitation three times. Regarding the pregnancy, I am sorry to inform you that the ultrasound results indicate no fetal heartbeat. After conducting a comprehensive examination, we have determined that the cause of the miscarriage was due to a fall down the stairs. The impact of the fall resulted in significant trauma to the uterus, leading to the loss of the pregnancy.” “W-What?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, she came in with severe abdominal pain and heavy bleeding. After examining her and performing an ultrasound, we confirmed that she had suffered a miscarriage.” Isabella covered her mouth as tears immediately filled her eyes. “No…” My entire body went numb. Six weeks. She had been carrying a baby for six weeks. And I had no idea. “I'm so sorry,” the doctor continued gently. “The pregnancy could not be saved.” Isabella wiped away her tears, struggling to keep herself together. “Doctor… is my daughter going to be okay?” “We’re doing everything we can for her. However, there is still pregnancy tissue remaining in her uterus, and we need to remove it to prevent further bleedi