We became pregnant a few years ago. It was high risk due to an exceptionally rare occurrence.

We found out that is was high risk about 7-8 weeks in and I spent the next two months so afraid of the worst that I feel like I didn't take even a second to be there, in the moment. We miscarried at 16 weeks. Went in for an ultrasound and there was just this dark spot where a heartbeat had been only a week before.

I regret that I let my fear control my thoughts and actions for the entirety of the time that I had near something as precious as developing life.

In the end it was worthless. The worst had happened and the only thing gained from my fear was regret.