So it's not really for advice as such, but it's just been the most emotional week and as I haven't told many people yet I just kinda wanted to blurt it all out! Apologies for the essay, but if anyone takes the time to read and reply - thankyou!
So.... On Saturday me and my gorgeous other half got married! (Yay!) After an intimate gathering of friends in the garden, I retired at 11.30 (knackered!) and let him drink the night away with his friends (this is important, as there was no naughtiness that night!!!)
On Sunday morning I woke up to heavy-ish bleeding and ended up sobbing in bed with my new husband (not what we had in mind!) - I've had a late miscarriage before so I was just heartbroken. Trip to the hospital to see out of hours GP who very helpfully tells me: "You're bleeding quite a bit." Well, yes. No shit sherlock. No one from antenatal would see me as it was Sunday, so I went home, cried and slept.
Sunday night/ Monday morning - woken up with the most horrendous cramping that I recognised immediately from delivering my little one last time. This went on for quite some time. So again, sat in bed sobbing with my husband but made decision to not go to hosp. as they had already told me A&E would expect me to wait and be seen alone which I couldn't face, esp. if theres nothing they could do anyway. When the pain died down, I decided to sleep as much as I could (expecting to be up all night as the miscarriage took its course)
Monday morning - surprise to wake and find I'd slept all the way through. Phone hosp. who will not see me still as I am so early and there is "not enough bleeding". After some insistence, get sent to hosp. in the next city. Get out of the car and immediately throw up in a bush by the main entrance, whilst my husband apologises to passersby (classy!)
Nervously get to my scan, absolutely expecting the worst..... To find my naughty little wotsit is having a good old rave in there, dancing away and doing back flips. I'm told theres absolutely NOTHING wrong and everything is as it should be!!!
I can't even tell you how I felt in that moment. Relief doesn't cut it. I couldn't bear the thought of experiencing that loss again, 2 days after my wedding of all times! It has scared me a little though, so I'm not announcing it yet - I have another scan next week and if all is well then, I may well tell everyone as I will be 13 weeks. Still spotting at times but been told this is ok??
Anyway, I'm now enjoying a week of rest at home, being waited on hand and foot. Also.... not sure if I'm mad but I swear I can feel flutterings in my tummy??? Is that possible??? :)