I got pregnant four months after the (traumatic) birth of my twins. The month I stopped breastfeeding in fact. A complete shock as the twins were magic IVF babies and were it not for a bone-grinding sense of tiredness and the fact that my bra didn't fit I never would have taken the test.
I felt ill from the offset and bled from the offset. As I'd had placenta praevia in my twin pregnancy and recurrant bleeds I assumed that I was just prone to bleeding in pregnancy. Plus I was still anaemic following blood loss during birth (all in all, I'm amazed I got pregnant).
At around 6 1/2 weeks I went to have a bikini wax at my local beauty salon and started to bleed on the bed, which was rather embarrassing and traumatic. I'd put the period pain ache down to 'stretching pains' and being knackered with four month old twins, but the flood of blood on the bed gave it away. The therapist was very upset (as was I) and I took myself off to my local hospital where they sent me up to the EPAU unit. They scanned me and took some blood but couldn't see very much so told me to come back in three days for another scan and blood test. In that time I bled further. The next scan showed a tiny sac but the blood tests weren't good. They were lovely and very kind as, as much as it was disastrous timing, I was in love with the baby already and felt strangely attached to it. Probably because deep down I knew I was going to lose it.
They offered me a D&C but because I'd had a traumatic caesarean under GA i couldn't bear another GA or a stay in hospital so I opted to let nature take its course. Of course, nature is brutal so the next two weeks were horrendous and over an EAster weekend at my in laws house I bled torrents of blood and clots (enormous, dropping like coins from me into the loo). Just when I thought I must have passed the embryo, I wiped myself and the baby came out. Not a baby, but not just a blood clot either - no recognisable form, but definitely 'there'. So I sat there for ages, crying over this bit of loo roll whilst my in laws and their family chatted downstairs and in the end, because I didn't know what else to do, I flushed my poor little baby down the loo. What made it worse was on Easter Sunday the clots and bleeding got much heavier and I went to a local hospital with my mother in law and met a horrid doctor. He was clearly pssed off to be working Easter Sunday and didn't make eye contact, talked coldly about the 'pregnancy' rather than the baby and wiped at me with a piece of table paper with obvious distaste. I couldn't get out of there fast enough and had I not been so distressed by it all I'd have loved to lecture the heartless piece of sht on patient care.
It was only a very tiny baby and not a 'real' baby yet, but that didn't matter to me. It felt real to me and although the timing was dreadful and I've no idea how we'd have coped, I loved it. I felt I let my baby down and that it did its best to stay with me and my body let it down. Awful. Good to get it down and good to read other's messages. They are heartbreaking and I really feel for you all.
K