12 week scan this morning. All well, but one of the most upsetting experiences ever.
Basically, you cant bring kids in. DH had taken morning off and we had long since booked my sister to babysit. Hospital is very nearby, literally next street over.
Multiple reminders of the time. Even yesterday "You're here tomorrow, right?" "Yeah sure what time?" "I told you a million times its noon!" "Ok cool"
This morning I rang her at 11 to see how she was fixed. "I'll be over by 11.30"
I was a bit
as she only lives 10 mins away and I wanted to be early to book in, but ok......
11.45 and no sign, but she's driving surely? She'll be here any second, right? DH told me to go ahead and book in and he'll run over the minute she arrives.
I'm in the waiting room, shitting it. I ring her - no answer. Ring again - no answer. Tell myself she's arrived by now, he's on his way.....but by 11.55 I'm getting really scared.
She rings me back. I say "where are you??" "I'm in my house, why?"
I fucking LOSE it. "My scan is in 5 minutes and DH is going to miss it because of you!"
She says sorry but I put the phone down cos I cant breathe. I ring DH "she's in her house, you're not gonna make it " He was so nice, telling me I'm the only one thats needed. But its his baby too!
I had a full blown panic attack in the empty waiting room. White mist in front of my eyes, roaring in my ears, shaking uncontrollably....
I'm trying to not cry in public but I'm in bits. The minutes tick by and I'm waiting to go in alone and I cant besr it. At 12.07 she rings "I'm here, he's on his way" I couldnt answer and hung up.
He gets there all flustered and red faced and upset just in the nick of time as we're called, but I'm in bits and as I get up on the table I cant see the screen cos the white mist is still there, I cant register whats being said as my sisters voice is still in my head, I'm gritting my teeth to not cry, I'm trying to get through it poker faced so as not to ruin it for DH.
Afterwards I shake all the way home and when I get in say "You can head off now, thanks for minding DS" She apologises, she thought it was 1pm (how???) and quietly leaves.
I put DS down for a nap and I bawled and bawled and bawled my eyes out. Feel like I've badly let down the baby by not being able to be present and aware during the scan. I was too ashamed to even look at the pics afterwards. It was meant to be a lovely wonderful experience after a very upsetting 1st trimester, in my head it was meant to be a turning point for me, and I ruined it by being so upset.
I feel ridden with guilt. DH has been lovely lovely lovely but that just makes me feel guiltier somehow? He sat down and made me look at the pics and pointed out everything that I missed and I just sat there and blubbed.
I dont know how to make it up to the poor baby? Theres no way, which is the awful thing. Its not like I can give it a cuddle and say sorry.
This is so irrational, I know.