On Monday 7th August my husband and I eagerly and excitedly attended our first scan at 13 weeks exactly, or so we thought. Minutes (that felt like hours) passed before we were told there was no heartbeat of our precious little baby. A baby we were so excited and grateful to have received! I sobbed in a heap as two more attempts were made to find my babies heartbeat. But nothing. Baby measured just 9+5.
The next day we went back to the hospital to have our medical management procedure. The staff and nurses couldn't have been nicer. After being in hospital all day since 11am something began to happen around 9:30pm and eventually at 11:45pm I passed our precious baby, I was calm seeing his/her tiny toes and tiny fingers but I think I was just in shock.
Fast forward to the morning and I was discharged. Now 4 days on, the heartbreak only feels as though it has gotten worse. The guilt, anger and frustration has set in. It's all I've thought about since Monday morning. I can't sleep for nightmares, I don't want to leave the house, I can't even be bothered to brush my hair. I feel so alone and heartbroken i just don't know what to do. My husband and family have been so supportive, I didn't tell many friends but the few that I did have sent their condolences but no one I know knows how this feels. I need someone to understand my pain. Will I ever be happy again? Will I have a child? What if this happens again?
I just wanted to find someone who may have had a similar experience to talk to, to offer some words of wisdom and encouragement.
Thank you,
Carly x