Oh sammy what I said to you on our other thread applies here just as much. It’s just not fucking fair. It really isn’t. You don’t deserve this. I really really hope you and DH can be kind to yourselves. We are all thinking of you as trite as that sounds - I realise it’s of bugger all comfort as you don’t want thoughts, you want a baby.
And you will get one. I just wish you didn’t have to go through this shit to get there.
I get what you mean totally about feeling without purpose. I’m good at my job but really, I wasn’t put on this planet to try and make web sites and services a little less shit. I often feel like the one thing I’m supposed to be able to do, I can’t. I was thinking before Xmas about signing up to be a volunteer befriender in my area, I think at least if I could do something like that I would feel I had some purpose. And selfishly, that maybe putting some good karma out there would mean some would come back to us
Potatoes I am fucking horrified at what you went through. You shouldn’t ever feel guilty or apologise for what you do - it’s a damn sight more noble than the crap I do for a living. And I am aghast at your treatment. I hope your consultant get some kind of necrotising knob disease and has to have very painful and embarrassing treatment at the hands of clinicians who clearly don’t give a flying fuck about him
Bip just, no words. Thinking of you and hope you’re drowning in wine and chocolate and sunshine on holiday
icy please please write a column. A friend is a columnist for The Pool (PM me if you want to chat further) and they are completely ace. Your way with words is bloody awesome and I think your writing deserves a wider audience than just us barrens
Good luck laura - am thinking of bulging ovaries with plump follies like lush bunches of grapes
Thanks kiwi Pumping Grumpel Fractious Pebbles and anyone else I’ve overlooked
I hope the sales of the colouring book go up. I think we should make a barren themed one with ‘cunting instadiffers’ and special rainbow glittery dog shits to colour in
Unfortunately my lovely Dr now gets a few points deducted after the letter we received this morning. His cover letter summarised the initial histology report (they have got ‘products of conception’ which means they will be able to do the karotyping, and there’s no evidence of ‘gestational trophoblastic disease’, i.e. my miscarriage hasn’t left me with pregnancy related cancer). All good. Unfortunately also enclosed was the full pathology report, which reads like a fucking autopsy (which effectively, it is). It is really distressing with the full graphic detail about “partially necrotic decidua” and ‘multiple fragments of pale brown tissue’ etc. Urgh. The cover letter summarising the findings would have been enough. They didn’t need to send this to us, DH is fuming that they did.
I know to them it’s just products of conception, but that’s our dead baby they’re talking about 