After 27 years of shit, I thought life was turning around. I was on my own with my four DC and then I met an amazing man. Almost two years later it has (almost) been like a fairy tale... He proposed underneath the Eiffel Tower on our one year anniversary, we had a gorgeous wedding ceremony exactly 9 months later, I got pregnant on our wedding night and found out just before we jetted off on our honeymoon. You couldn't ask for more, could you?!
Then on honeymoon last week I started spotting; light brown blood. I also didn't feel morning sickness as strongly as I was expecting so my gut feeling was that something was wrong.
We got home from our honeymoon and went straight to a private scan clinic, who were lovely, but they spent so long looking on the monitor I knew something wasn't right.
Apparently I should have been 7+3 but the baby measured around 5 weeks. The gestational sac was a long, thin shape rather than round and "appeared to be collapsing". The sonographer couldn't find a heartbeat.
I've been booked into the local EPU and have an appointment on Friday (I assume rescan?). I know I need to prepare for the worst but I just don't understand why I'm not bleeding. No cramps, no clots, no bright red blood. Am I having a missed miscarriage? Is it definitely gone?
Also, I know this will make my post even longer (and thanks to anyone who's still reading!), but this isn't the first baby I've conceived with my husband. When we'd been together 4-5 months, I got pregnant, and I had an abortion. I couldn't take the sickness any more, with four kids to look after. But I can't help thinking that the miscarriage is my punishment for this, or even worse, that I've been damaged somehow, and will never have a child with my DH... It's torturing me :(