I had a miscarriage at 16 weeks a little over 3 months ago. Today my 2 year old daughter was climbing on the ottoman (as she always does even though I tell her no and move her all the time, she's a climber) and lost her footing and fell flat on her face. I ran over and picked her up and there was blood all over her face, shirt, and the carpet. I freaked out and rushed her to the er.

She's fine. The dr said she probably didn't even need to be seen. She bit her cheek and the bleeding had stopped by the time we even seen the dr. The dr was very annoyed that I had wasted his time and it was hard not to yell at him "Sorry my child just died. Maybe I don't want to take risks with the ones I have left. "

Now hubby dearest is lecturing me about unnecessary hospital bills since we recently racked up some "necessary" medical bills. I just can't bring myself to care what they think about our er trip. She's ok and that's all that matters.

But if I'm honest I know that 4 months ago I wouldn't have rushed her off to the er. I would've waited to see if the bleeding stopped and checked her teeth myself and then called the dr if I couldn't handle it. But this is not 4 months ago. This is now and all I could think is I can't hear that again.

Has anyone else overreacted to health scares for their children after the loss of a child? Does it get better with time?

Kayla, I wondered if you had seen this article http://stillstandingmag.com/2014/02/shoe/ as it sounded like a similar struggle?

I'm so sorry for the loss of your little one and that your daughter had such a nasty accident. I have emerged from this process a little in the 'opposite direction.' I had twins prematurely, one of my girls died in the NICU and the other had a stay of several months. As a result of seeing their struggles I failed to bring in one of my subsequent children to hospital with breathing difficulties when I should have and the doctors were annoyed with me too. We can't win. I'm not surprised that you wanted to yell.

None of us want to hear those words again and you are just trying to protect your family. I'm sorry that your husband was not more sympathetic. Sometimes we just need that reassurance I think? Just to have somebody confirm that they are ok? I find that I am able to judge things slightly more realistically now, five years down the line.

You aren't alone. Two of my living children have severe asthma, resulting in very real concerns medically. When they have a cold and I'm confused as to whether they are grunting and in respiratory distress I bring them in to the pediatrician. I have even told pediatrician's who see us (our regular pediatrician is on leave) our story and that I have PTSD after my child dying in my arms. And flat out asked them to reassure me they are going to be OK. You aren't alone I promise you. Hang in there.

Catherine - lovely to here your voice here. I always remember how your voice validated my experience when I first came to Glow.

My daughter died in her sleep eight months ago. She had had a GI-tract blockage and under-development issue, but after surgery, she came home healed and happy. She was seen by her pediatrician the previous day, and tests and bloodwork was done. She passed in both. She died in 40 minutes that night as my husband slept 4 feet away from her. In the absence of an explanation, they said it was SIDS.

Where has that left us? We wake up every hour, sometimes my husband wakes up more frequently, to check on our four-year-old son. Every time my husband enters his room to check on him, my heart freezes, and I can hear the scream he let out that morning after discovering her cold. When I see them off in the morning, I go crazy thinking something may happen. I flip him all the time when he's sleeping on his tummy, since my doctor brother said it puts pressure on one's heart. I cry and fuss over the smallest cut, I often cannot sleep at night when he has a blocked nose thinking he might stop breathing too.

And more than anything, I always fear, am TERRIFIED, that by thinking these things, I am going to make them happen.

You are not alone Kayla. I am so sorry for your miscarriage, and that your daughter fell. Please don't let others judge you. Scream, yell, tell them your story. They are professionals, and as I have believed since Raahi passed, it is their job to take care of my mind as much as my/my family's body. I am annoyed that the doctor was annoyed. Kudos to you for not yelling. I would have.

I don't know if I will ever have one minute in my life again when I will not worry about Aahir. I have been on the wrong side of statistics too much to take anything for granted or be calm about anything. And I don't have patience for those who cannot understand that.

Take care of your family. Be a ferocious lioness. You are their mother, and you are a babyloss mother. What else are you supposed to be doing?

Hugs to you and your children.