In September of 1994 I had a miscarriage. At the time I lived in a very rural part of Alabama.At the time I was 20 years old and scared to death. While being examined I lifted my head up and saw what was part of my miscarried baby. Because I was not very far along no DNC was done,and I was instructed to go to my OBGYN two days later to monitor my HCG levels. Two days later after blood work my levels were still increasing,returned next day and the same thing. A ultrasound was done in the office and I found out that I was still pregnant with a baby (Kristin) and I had lost the other child. I had been pregnant with twins. For some reason over the past year I have been dreaming and crying over my miscarried baby. Has anyone else ever had such a delayed grieving process or am I crazy?