Hi all,
Here is my story, on the 9th April I had a scan at 6+3 weeks only because I had contacted my doctors regarding a terrible chest infection and mentioned I was pregnant and had had some light spotting (implantation bleeding) I was so nervous ahead of the scan, my partner held my hand and we both cried when the sonographer advised I was measuring as expected versus my dates and there was actually two sacks, 2 yolks and 2 strong heart beats. We left that scan absolutely elated and we both spent the next few weeks/month walking a little taller & proud getting more excited as time passed. When I had reached 10 weeks I noticed I didn’t feel quite as tired or nauseous, my boobs not as sore and genuinely felt normal, I googled frantically for advice, everything pointed towards missed miscarriage but also I got mixed messages about the placenta taking over around this time, I worried for another week up to 11+3 praying everything was okay, I did everything by the book, vitamins not too much exercise, scared of sex, avoided baths only showered, ate all the right foods, Saturday came and I was keeping busy I went to the toilet and as I wiped I knew my happy world had come crashing down, I could feel it was too wet for after a wee, I looked and saw the most blood I had seen in ages on the tissue, very dark tinged, I didn’t bother calling the EPU, I jumped in my car and drove down there, I explained everything, I overheard a nurse saying ‘what does she expect us to do?’ I was sat in the waiting room and a sonographer collected me, she explained best thing to put all our minds at rest would be a TV scan, I felt hopeful she didn’t seem concerned, as she was moving the camera instrument around her eyes narrowed and she asked the accompanying nurse for a second opinion, they both looked sad , she asked me about my dates and I explained approaching 12 weeks, she explained neither of the babies had progressed past my last scan, so we’re still measuring 6+3 and there was no heartbeats. She said ‘I’m so sorry’ I typically replied without thinking as I was in shock ‘it’s ok’ as though I was sorry to of wasted their time because my body is stupid and had been carrying around 2 babies that had passed for a good month! The nurse looked me in my eyes (behind her mask) took my hands and said ‘no, it’s not okay it really isn’t’ and that’s when it hit home, my start of a crippling agonising depression that I don’t think will ever leave my side. I am absolutely miserable and numb, I wish I had gone with the babies, I genuinely do not see any hope for the future and every day is a constant battle with PTSD anxiety and just deep sadness and depression.
It is approaching 3 weeks since I passed them, that experience is something I will never forget and will haunt me forever, I just wondered how anyone is feeling 3-4 weeks on, recovery wise and mental health. It feels as though once the medical part is complete and they are satisfied infection risk is low and I have not retained any product you are left on your own to grieve and deal with the fall out. I am really sad and would appreciate anyone reaching out to me privately or via this thread, I have never felt so anxious and lonely in my entire life. x