Pregnancy After Blighted Ovum Novels & Stories

Blaky treated her in the coffee shop today. "Don't call me Mom. Aren't you suing Vicdor for divorce? We can't accommodate a Buddha like you!" Mrs.Blaky said in disgust, "Today you caused Leyi to miscarry, leaving the Blake family without another child. How are you going to atone?" "Didn't Vicdor Blaky say that Leyi was not pregnant at all? Besides, I didn't push her on purpose. She hit the desk herself. Her abortion has nothing to do with me!" Snow Cecy hurriedly explained to herself: "If it really matters, do you think Vicdor Blaky will let me go?"

“We need to discuss your condition.” I immediately looked toward him. I noticed the brief hesitation in his eyes when he glanced at Dave before turning back to me. “There were complications during the miscarriage,” he explained gently. “Your body became very weak due to the blood loss.” My entire body went cold. “W-What do you mean…?” The doctor took a slow breath. “We’re not saying it’s impossible,” he said carefully, “but there’s a possibility that getting pregnant again in the future may become difficult.”

surprised. "Well," she said. "It's the flu, right?" Aria asked. "No," Dr. Evans said. "It's not the flu." She turned the tablet screen toward them. HCG Positive. "You're pregnant," Dr. Evans said. Aria stared at the screen. The words blurred. "Pregnant?" Noah stood up. "That... how?" "Spontaneous recanalization," Dr. Evans said. "The tubes grew back together. It's a one in two thousand chance. You hit the lottery."

“Doctor, I think someone filed something wrong. I only had an abortion. Three months ago. The procedure Victor arranged—nothing else.” Her face tightens. Not comforting. “Did you experience complications? Any unusual pain afterwards?” I blink at her. “It wasn’t pleasant, but I wouldn’t call it concerning. My husband handled everything—he found the clinic, made the appointment… he would’ve told me if anything serious happened.” Right? Right. Dr. Blaze studies me in that slow, careful way she does when she’s about to say something I won’t like. “Aurora,” she says gently, lowering the file, “you can no longer get pregnant.”

You don't seem to believe I'm pregnant, or you're still surprised I just had a miscarriage yesterday. "How many months ago did the miscarriage Ma'am?" I lowered my head, locking all senses. "Over a month." "Based on the cases that I often handle, after a miscarriage, it will get pregnant again after 6 months or at least 3 months." Oh, die now! Please let me die! "So, my child is in danger, or what about doctor? Another month already pregnant!" "Sorry, mom, based on the history here, Rara was not pregnant before, let alone a miscarriage."

Stevens wiped away the lubricant on her stomach and led her to sit down. She clasped her hands together and leaned against her chair. “Statistics show that the success rate of in vitro fertilization in the first cycle is only 25-30%, meaning there’s a higher probability that it wouldn’t work.” Vaughn pursed his lips together. “Be frank, doctor. Was the process successful or not?” he asked. “It has failed,” she said, causing Eloise’s heart to drop. She glanced at Vaughn and saw his jaw clench. “We need to do an egg and sperm retrieval once again and have that fertilized. Afterward, we’ll have it inserted into Eloise.”

The memories are tinted until all I can remember is the bridal chorus and the orchestral singing in the church as my best friend walked up the aisle to meet him. The ultimate level of betrayal. I clench my fists, and my jaw tightens. Three years later, and now he wants to draw me aside and talk to me? I let out a laugh, still marveling at the absurdity of his claims. We were perfect, but he had to ruin it. And even if he didn’t, we just weren't going to work out, I think to myself. Just shortly after he got married to my best friend, I realized that I was pregnant myself. And not for him.

“We discovered something during the scans. She’s pregnant.” The ground shifted beneath me. Pregnant. Heaven was carrying my child while I treated her like garbage. I should’ve known she could have gotten pregnant after that night but I was buzzed out of my fucking mind because of an argument with my dad. I’d drunk to stupor and then fucked my wife mercilessly. I couldn’t believe what I’d done and I just acted like it never happened. “She’s about two months along,” the doctor went on. “But with her condition, there’s a high risk of miscarriage. To be honest, it’s a miracle the baby survived the shooting at all. If her vitals worsen, we may not be able to save both--”

“I had to save the man I love.” “That's always your reasoning when this topic comes up. Allow nature to take its course in your lover's life. Stop tampering with nature,” they admonished her. “I am not using black magic, so you can't accuse me of interfering with nature,” she argued with them, and suddenly she fainted. A few moments later, she discovered she was with child, and there was a joyous celebration for her. Her lover gave her flowers and said, “Thank you for making me complete.”

I blinked at her, the terms sliding past me like they were spoken in another language. Endometrial what? Cervical insufficiency? Reduced ovarian reserve? They sounded like something from a textbook. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I cut in, the question raw and impatient. “Speak English. Plain English. I’m not a fucking doctor.” She paused again, the hesitation clear this time, like she hated what she was about to say. Her voice dropped, gentle but direct. “I’m sorry, Lila. What I’m trying to tell you is that the damage from the accident and the miscarriage may make it very difficult for you to carry a child in the future. Possibly even impossible without significant medical intervention. We