I went through a traumatic and painful miscarriage at 7 weeks. That sounds bad because they are all painful and traumatic in the fact you are loosing your baby.
I was on my own with my 5 yo DS. It was the early hours at the weekend. I knew I was loosing the baby. There was so much blood and massive clots the size of my fist. I passed out 3 times and managed to call my sister who lives nearby - I figured if I passed out again before I could call an ambulance. My fiancé lives 150 miles away.
I was taken to hospital, no easy feet when you live as remotely as I do. Lifeboat, followed by ambulance, check up at local hospital, then transferred to main hospital. They did an eternal exam during which 2 fibroids were removed along with more tissue.
The hospital wanted to send me home there and then but 200 miles from home with no transport and after 5pm meant I had to stay the night. I was sent home the next day and my fiancé joined me the following day. As I say I live in a remote place.
We had brought the date of our wedding forward when we found out we were pregnant. I thought it would be good to have something to look forward to so we kept the date and progressed with our plans.
I thought I was fine, emotionally. Not physically because I was still feeling light headed a week later. About 2 weeks after the mc everything my partner did really irritated me. Especially the fact he wasn't with me when it happened. I know I was being hormonal but I didn't see that I was. He left believing things to be strained but fine. I should point out he is not my DS dad. So, 2 days later I called off our wedding and ended my relationship with him, over the phone. I didn't see any point or any way of working things out. I cancelled all the wedding plans and got in touch with relatives to say it was cancelled and my relationship hadn't worked out.
I started bleeding again last week with bad cramps and the bleeding is getting worse. I feel so really fucking low and haven't been able to stop crying when ive been on my own. It felt like the worst pmt just before I ended things. I feel like I've made a mess of my life and his and can't forgivemyself. I still love him and miss him. I don't know the point of putting this out there.