I suffered a series of early miscarriages 3 in 2 years. I then fell pregnant again and first scan went well. However at my 20 weeks they found my little boy had a body stalk anomaly and hydrocephalus. There was no hope. I was induced and on 29th April 2010 at 3:05pm Archie arrived sleeping.
I was totally broken. Having had early miscarriages, I really thought that pregnancy was going to work out. I had had a little bump and even felt a wee flutter.
We decided to give ourselves sometime to recover from the loss and stopped ttc. In fact, we hardly dtd at all.
In September 2010 I started feeling like I was pregnant. I couldn't see how it was possible but I just had a niggling feeling. Well that and sore boobs, indigestion and sudden hatred of the smell of my perfume.
I did a test and got a bfp. I did several more before I believed it. I immediately went and got a prescription for a higher dose of folic acid. That had been recommended after Archie. My due date was given as 26th May and I was so glad that it was quite far from the anniversary.
This pregnancy was a complete nightmare. Sickness, sore back and pelvis, blood clot and finally my waters breaking at 34 weeks.
I didn't go straight into labour and because it was so early they decided to just monitor me on bedrest for as long as possible to cook this baby as much as possible.
Of course, as fate would have it, after 2 weeks of all my stats being normal my temperature started going up on the 28th of April 2011.
They decided to induce me and I thought well at least I'll have my baby before Archie's birthday. However things didn't progress quickly. So whilst the rest of the country was watching Kate and Wills get married I was on a drip and gas and air!
Eventually at 3:05pm on 29th April 2011, my beautiful little girl came screaming into the world.
The 29th of april suddenly went from being a sad day to the best day ever. What a difference a year makes. No one could believe that it was even the exact same time.
So please, if your world has collapsed as you have lost your precious baby, know that dreams can eventually come true.
Megan is nearly 15 months now and is a feisty little whirlwind of fun. I'll never forget Archie and she will be told every day how special she is to us. When she is older, I'll explain about her big brother. I've never been particularly religious but I believe somebody wanted that day to be full of joy instead of sorrow.