Big love to everyone who has posted here. I have read the entire 15 page thread over the last few days and it has helped me mentally and physically prepare for what was to come when I began spotting at 9 weeks pregnant (5 days ago).
It was my second pregnancy, an amazing surprise given it took 3 years and a successful round of IVF to conceive our daughter, who is 15 months old.
I suppose it always felt too good to be true. Like many, our (challenging) quest to have children has put unmeasurable pressure on our relationship. This pregnancy felt like an opportunity to heal the traumas of Ttc and assisted conception.
I began spotting Saturday night, nothing Sunday, spotting Monday, booking appointment with Midwife Tues morning by which time spotting was more like brown blood. She booked me into EPU for this morning (Wed). However last night (Tues) I began passing sizeable clots and was actually convinced that I had passed all necessary tissues. My husband is working away and I persuaded him it wasn't necessary to return. I bled alone while my baby girl slept next door. I wept and wept.
Today at the EPU, a scan confirmed that the baby had passed away at 8 weeks. To my further shock, everything was still intact. Everyone, doctors, nurses, sonographers were so kind to me.
I booked the operation to remove the foetus under general anaesthetic for tomorrow morning, but spent 4-7pm on the loo bleeding this afternoon. My in laws, who are usually very hands off, looked after our daughter all day and have been amazing.
For me, it was right to look at what passed this early evening. I have the sac and I clearly see the 'baby' (embryo? foetus? Yep guess who spent her biology lessons reading 'Just 17'). I kept gazing at this little sac in wonder; it held so much hope and was a ray of light for my mum, who has been at the bedside of her partner for 6 weeks since he had a stroke. Doctors are not predicting he will recover.
The pain, faintness, nausea, bleeding has subsided. One minute I am calm and stoical, the next crying inconsolably. My husband will be here in under an hour. He cried on the phone (I've never heard him cry in 7 years) when I told him we had lost the baby.
From reading the thread, it seems everyone has different experiences and ways of coping. I will be re-reading after going to hospital tomorrow to see how people move forward, or don't.
I desperately hope I have passed all that is needed and my body can now just continue to do its thing with no further medical intervention. They gave me a scan photo of the baby (asked me if I wanted it, gave choice) and I haven't looked yet. Will leave that for another day. Xx