Lunatic - So sorry to hear of your Daisy too - it is heartbreaking how many people here are grieving and there is so much loss. Please tell me if I'm prying to close, and don't feel you have to tell me, but what explanation were you given in the end? You say you knew what had happened? We decided not to have a post-mortom because we couldn't bare the thought of them cutting into our tiny and perfect baby. We were fully aware that this decision may mean we'll never know what happened.
We've been told we will be sent a letter with an appointment date to discuss any results from the bloods, swabs and placenta in approx 4 weeks from now. I'm terrified that they'll say there was a chromosomal abnormality that might happen again or some horrible infection or virus that I could've prevented, but equally terrified that there'll be no reason.
Belle was 32+4 so our situations are so simular. I'd had a midwife appointment the day before, and everything checked out fine, I'd felt her that morning, not great kicks, but little movementsm but from the appointment onwards she went really quiet again. We had a heartbeat monitor at home (I know midwifes hate them) and we listened to her before bed and she was definatetly there, I checked again in the morning because I still hadn't felt her and couldn't find her on the monitor, that's when I panicked and rang the hospital, thinking/hoping/praying I was just in a state and thats why I couldn't find her - but obviously the scan showed what I already knew deep down before we got there, mothers intuition maybe, so I know she went to sleep sometime over night. How could so much change in less that 24 hours?? Why? It is so unfair.
We also left a photo of me, DH and Belle together in her casket with her - the same one we've now put up in the living room.
Today has been a bad day; I went for a lie down after my last post and didn't resurface from bed until nearly 7pm this evening, DH tried to get me up about 4pm and I just couldn't face it, led there feeling sorry for myself, my chest aching, under a black cloud and feeling so physically empty...my baby is gone, yet she is supposed to still be growing, I just want to be her Mummy and look after her.
I've eaten some tea since getting up and drunk two glasses of wine and its gone straight to my head. I sorta feel like someone needs to kick me up the arse and tell me to pull myself together.
On a positive note my blood taken today has already come back, MW phoned late afternoon and left a message and everything has come back fine. So no more antibiotics and no more visits from anyone - just some space now.