I swore to myself that I wouldn't come back to this but here I am.
I've found myself really angry and upset by this thread.
I am very lucky to have children but I will never forgot the ones I lost.
5 years ago I fell pregnant. From the beginning I knew something wasn't right and I kept having this pain. The doctors didn't listen to me or take me seriously. I kept going to hospital and they kept sending me home.
After 2 weeks of this I woke early one morning and the pain was horrendous. We managed to get back to the hospital before I collapsed.
I don't remember the rest. I know i was rushed straight into theatre. There was no time for key hole. They cut me open, I have a nice 7 inch scar to show for it.
My pregnancy had been ectopic. They said I was about 9 weeks. My tiny precious baby was growing in the wrong place. As he grew my Fallopian tube rupture and at the same time my baby died. There was nothing wrong with him. He was just in the wrong place. Later, when I asked what had happened to my baby I was told he would have been disposed of with the clinical waste. They threw my baby in the bin.
They had to removed my Fallopian tube and ovary, my remaining ovary was damaged too. I wast told it wouldn't be easy to conceive again.
I cried every day. Every single day. But time does heal a little and it started to get easier. But today reading this thread I'm right back there, filled with sorrow.
Who is going to tell me my pain is less because I'm lucky enough to have other children.
Does my dead baby not matter because I have children
And what about all my miscarriages? I've been lucky enough to have had children in between them. But all those babies that were growing inside me. Do they not matter? Nobody, and I mean nobody has the right to tell me my pain has been less than others.
Yes I have the family I wanted but I have been to hell to get them. I nearly died.