Hi all. I'm sorry to be here but I've read a few threads tonight and can see you are a lovely bunch, who might just hold my hand for a while? This is a very long winded and poorly organised brain dump, so I forgive you if you'd prefer to run away now!
I'm 40, was 11+6, and have been bleeding on and off for 9 days, and after my initial visit to EPU where scan showed the baby to be well, I've been trying to think positive (even though I've dreaded going to the loo).
I have a gorgeous 14 month old daughter who is the light if my life and who I suspect will be a great distraction for me over the next few weeks.
My bleeding became heavier yesterday and started clotting, so I went to a and e again to be referred to EPU, and it turns out that there was no heartbeat and baby had died inside me a week(ish) ago.
I need to let the EPU know in the morning how I want to 'tidy up' as it were. I think I'm going to go for ERPC for my own mental well being and to minimise disruption for my little girl.
DH has been good - he's always lovely. Men generally seem to be very solution focused and matter of fact. But I feel so confused at the moment and an emotional whirlwind. Before bed tonight, I was discussing things really objectively, yet I get to bed and now have just broken down while cuddling my sleeping daughter.
I came home after visiting my community midwife today and not hearing the heartbeat with the Doppler, and just made lunch for DD and I as normal. I wasn't even overly concerned about not hearing it. It was only when I started clotting that I worried properly and went to a and e. I guess I'm feeling guilty for not protecting/dealing with possibility of mc straight away.
Then poor DD was stuck in hospital waiting rooms with us from 2 til 6.30 with no tea, no toys and nothing to do. Considering that, she was as good as gold. (I was going to say an angel, but just realised that's probably more of an appropriate term for the baby still inside me
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I can't sleep. I keep seeing the picture in my head of baby all curled up and no heartbeat, and feeling waves of tears and huge sadness and emptiness. Reading these boards has been comforting and painful at the same time, and I'm so sorry for anyone going through the mill....it really is unfair and ought not to be.
But it is, and I know the sun will rise in the morning and a new day will begin. I know my lovely husband and daughter will hug and kiss me. And I know I will just have to ride this roller coaster out, but I'm scared. Scared of what was and what is to come.
If I can't get to sleep, I'm gonna be good for nothing tomorrow and DD deserves better than that.
I keep thinking of how I'm gonna tell people, and how to manage their reactions without turning into a wobbly wet jelly monster like I am at the moment. (Seriously, DH will need armbands to keep him afloat when he wakes up at this rate!)
I feel a little relieved at writing that all down. I'm sorry again for whinging on, and please feel free to read and run as I know there is nothing anyone can do to take the hurt away. But thanks for taking the time to read this anyway. Xx