Yesterday was a really horrible day. After a few days of spotting I had horrendous pains all night. It was only when I realised they were welling up and dying away in a regular fashion that I realised they were contractions. I would have been 12 weeks today.
While on the phone to the MW my waters broke and soon after I passed the baby, not big enough for 12 weeks but I could see exactly what it was. I then started bleeding. The ambulance took half an hour to find me and then it took another hour to get to hospital. Had to take the children with me although they loved the ambulance they caused chaos in reception when we got there. Had to sit in a chair in reception for 20 minutes, bleeding heavily while they tried to find me a bed. Everntually the paramendics put me back in the ambulance and took me to A&E only to be sent back to the delivery suite again.
After 2 hours I was finally admitted (so much for the 999 call) and after that the staff were lovely. I was very painful and gruesome but I have to say that going through the whole thing in that way was easier to deal with than the D&C following my missed mcs when one minute I was pg and then next not. The only awful bit was overhearing the sonographer saying what a waste of time it was giving me a scan and having to wait for ages with pg women squeezing past me. Why do they do that? She then told me I should be grateful I had my 2 children. I know she meant well but....
My body did a pretty good job of sorting itself out so they decided against theatre which was a relief. I was kept in overnight but am now home at last, a bit sore and shaken but determined to try again soon. I just wish I didn't have to go through the first trimester all over again. However they have promised to scan me every few weeks to try to make it more bearable.
Sorry if this upsets anyone but had to get it out of my system.