I found out on Tuesday, when I went for a slightly early private scan (should have been about 10-11 weeks) that the baby had died at 8+1.
That was appalling; so, sadly, was the initial treatment by my GP, who refused to refer me to the EPU as a I wanted a surgical and he felt 'natural' was best. I finally managed, via the receptionists, to get him to refer me, and it was confirmed yesterday.
EPU were lovely; however, there were no appointments for today, and they don't open over the weekend, so I have to wait for Monday for my op.
I think I lost a bit of my mucus plug last night, and now am in a state of terror about mc'ing as I know I won't cope. To make matters worse, owing to the time of the op, and where our DS goes to nursery, I am going to have to stay in a hotel on the Sunday night on my own so I can get to the hospital and my DP can get our son to nursery then join me.
It's a cruel reversal of the early weeks as I'm knicker spotting again...
Oh, and Google tells me today is the International Day of Happiness. Frankly the only thing that is getting me through is a small amount of vodka, and how utterly wonderful my DP is.
I just hope I make it, and wanted to post where other people sadly know about this horror.