I've just experienced my second miscarriage. My first one was at 8 weeks and I bled a lot and ended up having a D&C a while later as there was still part of the pregnancy remaining. That happened in July last year. I fell pregnant in the begining of December and my husband and I we're over the moon. We went along for the 12 week scan and saw our little baby wriggling away and looking happy. A huge sigh of relief as we found that everything was ok. I went along to my midwife appointment when I was 15 weeks and the midwife said she found the heartbeat (to me it sounded like the placenta as it wasn't fast enough to be baby) the midwife was the expert so we continued to think everything was ok. At 16 weeks I started getting what I thought we're braxton hicks so continued thinking everything was ok. We had our scan date for Tuesday to find out the sex of baby. On the Friday before I started having some bleeding nothing major so I kept an eye on it. On the Saturday morning we arranged to see the community midwife to get checked out. She couldn't detect the heartbeat so sent us round to the EPU ward. They did a scan but couldn't detect the heartbeat or see baby moving. Due to being an unqualified sonographer and the picture not being clear they didn't say for certain if baby was ok or not. They then sent us home and booked us in first thing Monday morning for a scan. We had the scan and was told babies heartbeat had stopped approx 5 weeks ago. My whole world fell apart. I was a mess. We got told a bit of info and came home to decide what we wanted to do. We decided to go back up that afternoon to be induced. I was then booked in weds to deliver baby. Half way to the ward my waters broke. I got through the door to the ward where I felt baby come out! Everything was happening too fast. I delivered baby and they took him away and continued to help me get the placenta out. It was taking a while and I was losing a lot of blood. I was hooked up to a drip and given oral morphine. I was determined to get the placenta out as I didn't want to be put to sleep! I eventually did it! I then had to be put on oxygen as nearly fainted and my pulse and blood pressure dropped. Once I was feeling better we got to meet our little boy and he was beautiful and looked so peaceful. I'm struggling big time to come to terms with it all and don't know how I'm going to get through it. I have an amazing husband, amazing friends and fantastic sisters who are all very supportive, however I've never felt so alone in my life. Will it get easier to cope with?
Thanks for listening xx