Me and my partner had IVF (which was mentally draining in itself) and it worked! We got pregnant.
I was so happy but also so anxious.
I paid for blood tests to make sure everything was rising as normal, I took pregnancy tests everyday, I needed constant reassurance.
Our clinic did our routine 6 week scan and they confirmed baby was there and a strong heartbeat. We were so so happy again.
I continued to worry, so I paid for a couple of private scans and every time, baby had heartbeat, everything was good.
At exactly 8 weeks, I went for a scan and they confirmed a healthy baby with a heartbeat of 177bpm. I told myself I needed to stop, everything was good now- I must chill out! Plus, my first ever midwife appointment was in 7 days, things were getting exciting.
3 days before my first midwife appointment I went to the toilet at work… wiped and looked down the toilet to check as normal…. And there was no blood, all good! Phew!
But as I was about to flush the toilet I noticed there was a tiny speck of blood on the inside of the toilet lid, slightly hidden. It was fresh. I thought to myself, it can’t be mine cos I have nothing on me and nothing was in the bowl of the toilet?! It was so weird. I left the toilet, but I felt concerned.
Anyway, I decided to book one more private scan that evening (I was supposed to be 8w and 4 days so it was literally a few days after baby was confirmed to be okay), so I told nobody and thought I’ll go for the reassurance. I went to the private scan alone and was told straight away my baby had no heartbeat. My heart sank.
I drove home in tears and told me husband straight away, apologising that I’d not told him. He was heartbroken but we both still had hope. It was an abdominal scan… my bladder wasn’t that full… maybe it was wrong!
That night I started to get really bad backache so we got told to go a&e. We were there for hours and got seen and referred to an early pregnancy unit for a scan the next day at 3pm.
The wait was tortuous. Everything about our journey so far had been full of waiting and anxiety. We were mentally drained.
Finally, at about 5pm that day we were told our baby had died. Measuring at 8w 1d, it no longer had a heartbeat, which meant it died pretty much after the last scan confirming the heartbeat was 177bpm.
Me and my husband are completely heartbroken. We now have to wait (again) to have a D&C (unless I miscarry naturally) but I can’t stop crying.
It hurts so much. Our dreams feel shattered and the fact we have to go through IVF again to achieve a pregnancy is killing us. It has been so so hard and I’m so sad that even after seeing a heartbeat multiple times and a positive growth every time, baby still died :(
i keep going over in my mind what I might have done (which I know you shouldn’t do) but I can’t help think… how?! 😔😔
The next worst part of this story is there is a girl in my team at work who told me she was also pregnant and her due date was the same as mine. I did feel nervous when she originally told me in case something like this happened, and now it’s happening I’m so sad.
Work would have been a great escape but I’m well aware it will forever be a constant reminder when I see her. I know it’s not her fault, but I just can’t believe this is happening. The timing feels so unfair.
I just don’t know how to cope :( when does the grief stop? :(