For the past 10 weeks I was pregnant with my first baby, I had already named him (or her), but just two days ago my dream was taken from me I had a miscarriage. It began on Wednesday June 19 I had a bit of blood on my tp, nothing to really be worried about. As the day went on the blood began to flow so I made an appointment with my doctor, she said not to worry it was just spotting and send me home. The next morning I woke up with blood on my underwear, within in minutes my family doctor phoned and asked how I was doing, I explained everything to her and she said we need to get you into an ultrasound right way. So off I went to the hospital to have this ultrasound done, well just a few minutes into the exam I already new something was wrong, we couldn’t hear a heartbeat. As I drove away from the hospital my husband and I knew our baby had died, we drove to the doctor office and the doctor told us, I am so sorry there was no heartbeat it doesn’t look good you are having a miscarriage. I cried for hours and hours I can’t seem to stop blaming myself for everything that has happened. Has anyone gone through this?