I’m sorry to post this here, I’m just really struggling not being able to talk about this as much as I’d like and honestly I don’t know where else to go with my feelings. This starts with what I originally wrote for my first miscarriage and it’s purely just a vent of my feelings, I’m sorry if it’s a bit much.
This months cycle is our first full month of trying. I have pcos and endo so I wasn’t expecting much. The end of last months cycle we ditched protection and started trying. This month I started taking ovulation tests to see if anything would come back and every single one was dark. I put it down to increased LH due to pcos. On Friday which should have been day 9 of my cycle I thought to myself that sometimes OPKs will pick up pregnancy so I took a pregnancy test and threw it straight in the trash. On Saturday curiosity got the better of me and I went through the bin to have a gander and I could see a faint shadow of a line! I took another one straight away and the line was darkkk, 5 positives later and I was in shock, I couldn’t believe it. Then that night I started bleeding heavier. A trip to A&E confirmed my fears, my baby that I had only just found out about was gone. They think my last “period” was the start of the bleeding, I’m so shocked.
My first miscarriage wasn’t that emotional, these things happen right? 1 in 4 pregnancies they say. It was so early and even though I bled for a month it wasn’t too physically hard. It was probably just chromosomal abnormalities, it’s wouldn’t have formed a baby anyway right? I hadn’t had a chance to process that they were there before I knew I lost them, I had the initial feeling of my heart soaring seeing my positive test and the sinking with finding out they were gone. It has to happen to some people right? It’s okay that I was one of them, I just threw myself into bettering myself, I started running, eating vegan and clean, I lost almost 3 stone bringing my overall weight down to 19st 13 and only a few months later I got a positive again! 2 beautiful pink lines that I’d been begging for but working out my dates I would’ve only have been about 3 weeks, this was on the 31st of may. On the 3rd of June my hcg blood test came back with a low positive of 82 and the repeats a week later on the 10th came back with a hcg level of 1,300! But I was absolutely full of fear that I was going to lose the baby, every second felt like I had something wrapped around my throat, everything was a sign I’d lost them, everything was pointing to them not making it but around a month later after some long and hard thinking I thought I need to just accept it because the awful truth about miscarriage is that if it happens it happens, there’s no warning sign or way to prepare, I can’t not enjoy my pregnancy because of the fear. Me and my partner would sit and read the weekly development article and talk about what things we have to offer as parents, we’d bicker about names and about things we wanted to buy, it was nice and I just slowly accepted that I was pregnant and everything was okay. I was supposed to go for an early ultrasound at 7 weeks before we went to turkey to see how baby was doing and put my mind at rest but I decided against it, other women don’t have scans through out their pregnancy so why should I need one? And on the flip side if we had a scan and things weren’t okay would I be okay going on holiday knowing? We’ve gone for 3 weeks and after being here for almost 2 we decided to have a scan whilst we were out here, the baby’s 10 weeks so it’s worth seeing and it’s only £15/20. When we went they couldn’t see the baby with a regular scan so they gave me a transvaginal and the baby was only dating at 6 weeks, this was on the 9th of July, I couldn’t explain that there’s no way my baby was 6 weeks, we had a positive test on the 31st of may, there’s no way this baby could have been conceived only 4 weeks ago? I couldn’t stop crying and asking why there was no heartbeat, the language barrier meant she was just explaining how I was dating behind and it’s normal at 6 weeks to not find a heart beat but I’m not 6 weeks I’m 10. Everyone keeps telling me to be hopeful and that I don’t know anything yet but surely I know all I need to know? There’s no way this adds up or works out, my partners convinced they’re just growing slowly but that just doesn’t happen either? I know there’s no hope and I’m just going to be told that the baby’s gone and honestly I feel such raw unrelenting grief. I want them out, I just want it gone and to forget about it for a bit and to recover so I can continue throwing myself in to exercise and eating healthy. I’m so sick of hearing that I need to have hope, I don’t want to have hope, I want to scream and cry and break the heavens open to demand why in the fucking world this would happen to my baby. My sweet partner, who has cried only once before in our over 3 year relationship got into bed with me last night and held me whilst we both silently cried and talked about how badly we wanted this and how heavy it feels. I feel like my entire holiday is just ringing hollow at this point and everything feels like I’m just sat there made of cardboard and when I finally shake the constant lingering “I’m carrying my dead baby inside of me” and actually have fun I’m absolutely wracked with guilt because I shouldn’t be having fun whilst I’m currently a funeral. I’m a walking mausoleum, my mood should be somber and sad, I shouldn’t be joking with my loved ones or enjoying my time. Now I’m feeling heartless for not feeling like this about my first as if I have favourites amongst my dead children. I’m feeling everything at once and it’s overwhelming and I still have 3 days until I’m back in the uk and my life returns to semi normal but right now my heads a mess and I can’t express it.
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Cat132435 · 14/07/2019 20:58
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