#miscarraige

[sinceyousawvienna]

Bye bye baby

[duggardata]

Does the data really predict that Josie and Kelton won’t announce until this time next year? Lauren, Jinger and Joy all got pregnant 3 months after their losses, and their is significant studies to show how fertile you are after miscarrying. Was the predictor way out with those pregnancies too?

Improved Post–Loss Prediction Method Coming Soon

I’m receiving a lot of Asks like this, questioning the accuracy of the Predictor’s current method of forecasting Pregnancy Announcements after a loss.  TBH, I actually agree with y’all...  I need to develop another way to predict this.

I’m working on a few ideas, trying to figure out which one is best.  Stay tuned.

[never-forget-viva-la-pluto]

Yo if you are going to charge a woman with second degree murder for a miscarriage, then you will have to start charging the newborn infant with matricide if the mother dies in childbirth.

That’s the mentality y’all

Deal with it

[barbarasbae]

Even in Hawkins-Joys and Sorrows

Part Ten of Even in Hawkins 

Word count: 1.4k 

Warnings: omegaverse things, pregnancy mentioned, miscarraige/miscarraige mentioned, implications of child abuse (aka neil is in this one) 

gif posted by @tomwhiddlestonn​

Basketball ended, both Steve and Billy throwing themselves into baseball. Y/n was holding a poster with Billy’s number on it, Max (and the rest of the kids) in the stands with her. “Go Steve!” Dusting screamed, the kids cheering both of them on. Steve bristled as the kids crowded around him, Y/n and Billy with their arms around each other. Y/n kissed his nose, the blond tinging pink. “Steve, are you okay?” Will asked, noticing how upset he looked. Steve looked down at the kid; when the hell did he get that tall? “Yeah, I’m fine.” He smiled, ruffling his hair. “I’m thinking we should go get milkshakes, hm?” 

“Yes!” Dustin crowed, the kids celebrating. Y/n came over. “Do you have the hooligans, Steve?”

“Sure. Max need a ride after?”

“Yeah. Do you mind? Billy wasn’t able to do anything for his birthday and I wanted to take him to dinner.”

“Yeah, yeah I got it. Have fun.” Billy always had a way of dissipating Steve’s anger even though he was the source of more than half of it. “Thank you! You were great out there, by the way!” She chirped, kissing his cheek. “T-thanks.” He watched them run off, Y/n tugging him by the hand.

They were in Bennigan's, Billy blushing when the waitress brought him a hot lava cake with a candle in it. “I asked her to spare you the embarrassment of being sung to.” She teased, pulling a small box from her purse. “What’s this?” He asks, smiling. “A present.” 

“Is it a car?” He joked, Y/n rolling her eyes. “Blow out your candle! Oh, wait a second!” She pulled a camera out of her bag. Billy rolled his eyes. “Really?” He raised an eyebrow, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yes, really.” She smiles, taking a picture of him. He leaned forward and blew it out, Y/n taking another picture. “Open it!” She begged, putting the camera down. He tore open the paper, his face lighting up. “You can’t be serious?!” Y/n nods, smiling widely. “Oh my god! When is it?!” He took the Motley Crüe tickets out of the box. “June.”

Billy was practically vibrating with excitement. “Happy Birthday!” She said softly, Billy leaning over the table and kissing her. “Thank you, fuck, I can’t wait.” She was so happy to see him happy. “I’m glad you like it.” She grabbed his hand, squeezing. He ate the lava cake, Y/n eating the forkful he held out to her. The bill came, Y/n snatching it up before Billy could take it. “No.”

“Y/n, come on. Give it to me.” He reached across the table, Y/n shoving a twenty towards their waitress. “It’s your birthday dinner, let me do it.” 

“Y/n-” The waitress took it, Billy huffing. Y/n stuck her tongue out at him, smiling when he did it back. They were sitting in his car, Billy sighing as he looked at his house, all the lights out. Then one turned on. Y/n leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, the scent of fear spiking in her nose. But it was only Max unlocking the door. “It’s okay, baby.” 

“Will you spend the night?”

“Yeah.” They slunk into the house, Billy pushing her into his room when the door to the back bedroom creaked open. She hid in his room, Neil coming over to his son. “You see that omega tonight?” 

“Yes sir.” The older man scoffed, Billy taking a tentative step toward the door. “Did you win?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Neil left his son their, closing the bedroom door behind him. Y/n was sitting on the bed when Billy came back in holding her stomach. He shut his door. “You okay?”

“Just feel kinda nauseous.” She told him, Billy sitting on his bed and pulling her to him. “Thanks for taking me to dinner. And for coming to my game.” 

“Of course. I feel so guilty for not being able to do it sooner.”

“It’s okay. We both weren’t here.” He pulls her down onto the bed with him, Y/n sighing and nuzzling closer. “You sure you feel okay?” She shrugged, asking him to hold her tighter. 

 A few weeks later was Spring break and things had been quiet. Billy was working on assigned reading when the phone rang. 

“Hey Billy?” 

“Hey, sweetheart. You need something?”

“Can you come over tonight? I need to see you. We need to talk about something.” 

“Are you okay?” He heard a little squeak. “Baby, are you crying? Hey, it’s okay. Please don’t cry. Do you want me to come over now?” 

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine until then. Love you.” And she hung up, leaning billy with his mouth hanging open. She had never said that to him before. He felt it back, sure, but actually fessing up was terrifying; the thought of telling her had put knots in his stomach, scared she wouldn’t say it back. How upset she sounded though nagged him through the afternoon, Billy feeling like he might get sick when he got to her driveway. He hadn’t even turned his car off when Y/n came out the door, quickly climbing in. The scent of sadness socked him in the nose, Billy feeling green at this point. What if she was- “Can we go to the quarry?”

“Yeah.” She curled up in the seat,  not saying anything when Billy started driving fast. Billy smoked as they sat in the dirt looking over the water, Y/n drawing shapes in the dirt. She let out a whimper, Billy huffing, a puff of smoke coming from his nose. “What’s up with you?” She shrugged. He reached over and grabbed her hand, interlocking his fingers without  saying anything. She squeezed, Billy taking another long drag from his cigarette. “Y/n, come on. Talk to me.” 

“Can you put it out?” He tossed it in the dirt, watching it fizzle out. She got up and straddled him, Billy’s hands finding her hips. She grabbed his hand, playing with his fingers. “I-um-remember when we first hooked up?” He nodded, heart pounding in his chest. Tears filled her eyes, her letting out a soft whine. “It’s okay.” Billy cooes, rubbing her hip. “I-I was pregnant.” Tears rolled down her cheek, Billy’s stomach dropping. “You’re pregnant?!” He was panicking. His dad was gonna kill him. He was gonna be kicked out. Her dad was gonna kill. Then he looked back at Y/n, who was shaking her head. He pulled her to his chest, her sobbing into his shirt. “Baby, it’s okay. We’ll figure it out.” She shook her head harder. “Billy, I lost it.”

“What?”

“I didn’t know. Then my stomach was really hurting and-and I was getting sick and then there was blo-”

“Not pregnant?” He asked, her shaking. “No. I lost it.” Billy’s heart ached. “It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay.” He whispered, a wet circle developing on his sweatshirt from her tears. “It’s-it’s okay, okay?” His voice broke, feeling his own tears burning his eyes. She gripped at his sweatshirt, sobbing. “I’m sorry.” 

“No, it’s-you didn’t do anything wrong, okay?” He was crying now, tears wetting her hair. She sniffled, wiping her eyes. He rested his forehead on hers, purring softly. She purred weakly back but they were broken up by sniffles. She tried to calm down, feeling Billy pull her back into his arms. Billy squeezed Y/n, her finally pulling away and wiping her eyes. He wiped at his face, Y/n feeling him cup the back of her head. She looked up, Billy giving her a watery smile. “I love you.” He whispered. Her face scrunches, her trying not to cry again. “I love you too.” Billy helps her get up, the two getting in the car. Billy starts driving, Y/n sniffling and holding his hand as he drives. And drives and drives. They find a diner, Billy asking her if she wants to find someplace nearby to stay the night. She nods, not wanting to go home. They both order burgers, Billy getting Y/n a milkshake. “You’ve got burger on your face.” He said, smiling and reaching over to brush it off. “We should rent a movie.” She says, grabbing his hand that wiped her face and kissed his palm. “Which one?”

“The Lost Boys.” Billy nodded. “Sure thing.” 

After spring break, things go somewhat back to normal. Billy and Y/n go on dates, Billy doting on her more, wanting to make her feel better. He especially wanted her to feel safe during her first heat since the miscarraige. Steve and Billy kept their distance, but were friendly. Steve and Y/n kept babysitting and going on friend dates. Things are normal. Then Summer hits. 

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[zembalmed]

Haunted

I still wonder how things would have been if you lived. I don’t want you thinking I forgot about you. I think about you every day. I wonder what kind of life you could have lived or what kind of personality you could have had. I wonder what your kicks would have felt like. You would have loved your dad. He’s got an amazing laugh and smile and a heart so big you’d wonder how it hasn’t burst with the amount of love he drowns you in and so funny... I bet you would have had the most amazing laugh.

I’m not religious but I do wonder if you met your sister before she came to us. We never met you, we never got to hold you or kiss you, but we love you. I feel guilty that I couldn’t keep you safe. I don’t know what went wrong or if I could have done something to save you and realistically speaking I am just a statistic and probably would never get those answers. Maybe one day I can live with that reality but a part of me believes that may never happen and always wonder. 

I’m sorry I wasn’t able to hold you,get to know you, or protect you. Please know that I will never forget you, babe. I will always keep you in my heart. Where ever you are, I hope you’re ok, and I hope if you have even an inkling of your father’s heart that you can find it in you to forgive me for not being able to save you. I will always carry that guilt. I love you,baby. Always. 

[womanoflettersinthebunker]

All day her back has been killing her.

Sam stumbled back to the impala, collapsing into the driver's seat as her legs gave out on her for the time being. Clumsily she reached out and clutched at the half empty bottle of whiskey, ripping the top off and taking a big gulp of it, coughing at the burn as a few drops escaped her lips and ran down her cheek.

If she tried hard enough, and drank enough, she could almost imagine it was like she was kissing Dean again. She could pretend that the opening of the bottle was his lips and the taste was the same too, just a lot more whiskey and a lot less Dean.

She took another gulp of the whiskey and barely managed to find the cap and put it back on, not wanting to spill it, somehow she managed to get back onto the road and back to her motel.

Sam stumbled into the room, leaning against the wall for a moment breathing heavily as she tried to get her legs to move. Her back felt like it was about to break and the pain was slowly radiating downwards, she could also feel as if there was something almost leaking down there. There was a box of tampons and a bottle of painkillers freshly swiped from the hospital in the last town and a new bottle of whiskey that were waiting for her in her bag and she forced herself to move and start towards the bag.

She barely even registered that there was anyone else in the room with her until they grabbed her, twisting her wrist to make her let go of the knife and grab her hair to pull it back and expose her neck.

She's barely aware of how the female takes the knife from her hand despite how she tried to claw at it, the smell of sulfur clear in the air until she was almost choking on it.

"Thanks for keeping this warm for me, Sam." the female breathed out, her eyes black.

"Ruby." Sam said lowly, the pain going to the back of her mind momentarily.

"It's nice to be back. Where I was, even for Hell, it was nasty." Ruby said her voice cold, her eyes an endless limitless black. "I guess I really pissed Lilith off. Imagine my relief when she gave me one last chance to take it topside." she grinned at her, all teeth and malice. "And all I had to do was find you and kill you."

Sam stared down at her unwavering, hatred clear in her eyes and when she spoke lowly, there was a hint of danger. "Fine. Go ahead." she hissed out.

"Do it." Ruby grinned at her and pulled her arm back, stabbing it forward and burying it deep into the other demon. Sam gasped as the demon fell to the ground dead and she could breathe again.

"Grab your keys, we got to go." Ruby told her, hoisting the knife back onto her belt. "Now Sam!"

It all felt wrong, from her being in the driver's seat to Ruby sitting in the passenger seat. The smell of sulfur was slowly but surely starting to fill the entire car and she let the window down so she could at least breathe, her entire body hurting her.

"You know what sounds good? Fresh fries, I'm starving." Ruby said, sounding all too pleased with herself. She had settled into the seat with ease and if she noticed how off put Sam was at that she ignored it. "I just escaped hell. I deserve a treat." She glanced at Sam and raised an eyebrow. "You know, a "thank you" would be nice."

Sam shifted in her seat, the car seat had been molded to Deans shape and it sometimes showed when she was sitting there. Maybe that discomfort was what was causing her growing back pain. "Who asked for your help?" she muttered under her breath.

"You have no idea what I've been through. When Lilith gets pissed, she gets creative." Ruby almost hissed at her, the edges of her eyes starting to go black. "You want to hear about the corners of Hell I've seen, Sam?"

"No I don't." Sam couldn't help but snap back, shifting in her seat uncomfortably and blissfully thinking of the painkillers in the glove compartment.

"And the things I had to do to convince her I was sorry? That I could be trusted?" Ruby demanded, the smell of sulfur increasing in the car. Sam fought the urge to stick her head out the window or push Ruby out of the car completely.

"Well, this'll definitely get you a fat Christmas bonus." she said, sarcasm lacing every word as best as she could. She flinched when another shot of pain went through her and she spared a moment to try to figure out what it was before she decided to ignore it.

"Very funny. I'm a fugitive... For you, Sam. I took all of this risk to get back to you." Ruby spat out at her, leaning back into her seat. Sam could almost see the way she forced her eyes to remain clear. "So, yeah, I deserve a damn "thank you.""

"Who asked you to save me?" Sam demanded, shifting in her seat once more, gritting her teeth together as she tried to find a comfortable position.

"I'm just trying to help." Ruby told her, eyes narrowed.

"Can you help me save Dean?" Sam demanded, sparing her the barest glance from the corner of her eyes.

"No." Ruby said simply, straight to the point and at least she gave her that much, no bullshitting around the edges. "Nothing I know of is powerful enough to do that."

Sam immediately pressed on the brake, ignoring how it jostled her for a moment and caused the pain to flare, bringing them to the side of the road. "Then I have no use for you." she said curtly.

"What?"

Sam turned to her, fire in her eyes as she pressed on the button to unlock the door. "Get out." she ordered.

Ruby didn't move, barely keeping herself from rolling her eyes. "Sam."

"Whose body are you riding, Ruby?" Sam demanded, her eyes narrowing, barely resisting the urge to bare her teeth at her.

Ruby stared at her like she had just sprouted wings. "What do you care? You've never asked me that before."

"I'm asking now." Sam said curtly, the pain starting to radiate through her entire body.

"Some secretary." Ruby said obviously, shrugging slightly.

"Let her go."

Ruby rolled her eyes then, not bothering to hold back. "Sam..."

"Or I send you right back to Hell." she could barely breathe from the pain that kept growing. She was close to just clawing at where it hurt to try to tear it out.

"And what are you suggesting that I...are you alright?" Ruby's voice was fading as the darkness started to cover her vision. Dimly a part of her could feel something starting to slip out of her, staining her jeans and starting to seep out from the fabric. She clawed at the door desperately, Dean's voice echoing in her ears, "No blood on the seats Sammy!" and she gasped as she fell to the ground, which only made the pain worse. She was barely aware of Ruby coming out from the passenger seat and kneeling beside her, hands on her back. She could hear her voice saying something but couldn't make the words out.

Mercifully her vision went black and the pain faded enough for her to lose consciousness.

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[comfortwitch]

“I got an angel instead” emoji spell. 🤰🏻💕✖️💔⚰️🙍🏻‍♀️👪😪👼🏻💆🏻‍♀️💜💕

October is infant loss awareness month. 1 in 4 pregnancies result in miscarriage, stillbirth or infant death. I am 1 in 4.

This is an emoji spell for mother’s and partners who have been effected by infant loss. This will help to heal and to know our children are angels who are so dearly loved.

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