I was so excited when I finally moved over from Conception boards to pregnancy after 6months TTC which I had found very stressful and tramatic (my mother took three years to concieve and I thought that would be me) and now at 10 weeks 1 day and having a missed miscarriage so I move over to here.
The embryo stopped growing at 6 weeks but I don't understand because I had a viable scan at 6 weeks 3 days where I saw the heartbeat and it was my little mutant ninja bean, and the midwife said I wouldn't micarry. It must have stopped growing just after that.
We flew to Thailand at 7weeks and where there til I was 10 weeks. I still had morning sickness, tiredness, weeing all the time. I even started to get a bit of a bump (well pot belly took on a bump like appearance) and all the Thai's knew I was pregnant. I wonder if Thailand caused it to end- flying, dodgy food, mozzie bites. I know that I will never know and it probably wasn't but I will always think it was something to do with that.
I hate the idea that for 4 weeks I thought I was pregnant when I wasn't. Getting to 10 weeks was like almost at the final hurdle. I was starting to relax and talk about the baby (especially after the viable scan), I had stopped touching wood all the time and "if" had become "when"
The day after we got back at 5am I had a little bleed- I thought am not going to worry the placenta is probably developing now. The blood turned a bit red so we went off to A&E. After blood and urine tests and a lot of waiting they scanned my abdomen. I knew something was wrong. The woman was very quiet and took ages and then asked to do an Transvaginal scan. Then they told me the baby had stopped devloping at 6 weeks.
We went home and I had a bath to ease the cramps- this got gunky and I said to my husband "it was a bit of a bloodbath" and then realised what I had said which made us both laugh somehwat hysterically. Within the hour I was having incredibly bad cramps which put me on the floor and suddenly on the loo I passed the egg sac in two huge clots which was horrible. I was going to collect it to bury it as I read in some advice on here but in the end I couldn't bear to so instead we will probably at some point bury a small soft toy I brought on the day I found out I was pregnant as a good luck thing.
I am still bleeding a little but no more clots so I guess I should be thankful that the whole process took about 12 hours rather than a couple of weeks. Its 4am I can't sleep and I am crying so I just needed to write it all here and get it down. Am signed off work for two weeks but I think I will need to take longer- trouble is I am a teacher who teaches mainly health education and childcare. Not the easiest things to teach when you have had a pregnancy loss. And the kids with no tact will all ask where I have been and what's up with me.
I want to start trying again as soon as possible but I'm so scared now. I didn't think it would happen to me. I know the odds are high and these things do happen but I thought I would be one of the lucky ones.
I'm so sorry this is such a long post and I don't want to upset people reading it. I just need to get it off my chest.