Hello! Thank you for taking the time to read this. I really needed a place to share this as I’m struggling atm.
I am 32 weeks pregnant and with my first. I am naturally a really negative person. I suffer from anxiety anyway but being pregnant has just heightened this to the point where I feel broken.
The pregnancy was unexpected but very much wanted. Timing probably wasn’t ideal as financially myself and my partner have taken a bit hit this year due to covid and cost of living crisis. We moved in with family to save money and a month later I found out I was pregnant.
My partner and I were shocked but so happy. I told my immediate family straight away as we were living with them so I knew it’d be hard to hide. They were so excited but instantly told me you have to stay positive and can’t think worst case scenario like you normally do. So that’s what I did. I am not religious but I prayed for a healthy pregnancy everyday. I had daily affirmations I would repeat while moisturising my belly. I tried anything and everything to not give in to the negativity. And then week 8 rolls around, I start spotting. I instantly start to google and am half reassured it is fairly common. I tell my midwife who doesn’t seem too worried. Then at 11 weeks just 4 days before my 12 week scan I have a bleed. I of course was hysterical and panicked obviously thinking the worst. I went to A&E (they were amazing) I was seen pretty quickly and checked over by a GP who referred me for a scan to check what was going on and if it was in fact a miscarriage. Thankfully when I had the scan, my tiny human was bouncing and wiggling away. The US completely reassured me and I was sent home.
Going into the 12 week scan I felt so positive. I felt like having just had a scan 4 days prior all would be well. During the 12 week scan it was exactly that. We were told the baby was perfect. The relief was unreal, and I thought finally being positive is working. The next day I get a random appointment booked into via the NHS app for two weeks time. Frantically I start googling wondering what is this for! I call the midwife unit and they say it’s nothing to worry about. Of course I’m thinking the baby has DS because that’s what my tests were for. The two weeks of waiting is absolute agony. My partner tried to reassure me if it were chromosomal abnormalities they wouldn’t wait two weeks. Anyway I go to the appointment with the consultant where I’m informed I have Low papp a. I’ve never heard of this and again of course panic and google away. I am put on aspirin and told I will get extra scans. The doctor says if anything I should see it as a positive as I get to see my baby more. I try to do this but automatically my mind goes to the worst case scenario.
I spend the next 8 weeks counting down to the 20 weeks scan. At the 20 weeks scan all looks okay. Yay, good news! For once there is no but. I genuinely left feeling so relieved. I start to finally get excited. Apart from the fact people keep telling me a look small for the amount of weeks I am (honestly, people are oblivious to how their words affect you). I am starting to feel good about the pregnancy.
Fast forward to the 28 week growth scan and we have the coldest US tech. First thing she says is “you don’t need this scan you just need the 32,36 and 40 week scan. But you’re hear now so I’ll do it.” I instantly disliked this woman and her attitude. She measured the baby in silence just letting us know she has a healthy heart beat. And then without out any details as to why says “she’s not the biggest baby in the world.” What does that even mean? I’m a shy person so stupidly didn’t ask her to elaborate. My partner thankfully isn’t and asked what she meant. She explained the baby was measuring small but not too small??? I left that scan with more questions than I went in with. I went through the notes and saw she was tracking at 10th percentile and her femurs were just 5th percentile. Obviously I googled and saw soft marker for DS, dwarfism etc. I panicked and again went worst case scenario mode. In my midwife appointment she reassured me everything was fine and my fundal measurement showed I was 97th percentile???? Again what! At this point I just told myself I need to be positive. Clearly if the midwife says so it’s all ok.
I decided due to the anxiety and stress to close my business. I couldn’t concentrate and lost all motivation to do anything but feel my babies kicks to make sure she is okay. I know it’s extreme but this is unfortunately how my anxiety works. I get tunnel vision and can’t focus on anything but the one thing that is causing me anxiety.
I spend all day stressing and worrying about her movement. That’s pretty much all I do. I’ve stopped going out and socialising due to this.
32 weeks comes around and I have my next growth scan. All seems to be going well, I can see the babies heartbeat and she’s moving around nicely then suddenly the US tech says sorry hold on a minute and starts ringing someone. Instantly I freeze. My partner seems oblivious and ask me if I’m okay. I could hear the worry in her voice and knew something was wrong. After 5 minutes she eventually says after remeasuring her femur bone and checking her kidneys. She wants a second opinion as she can see fluid on one of her kidneys. My heart literally breaks. We have to wait a few days to get this second opinion but I just feel broken at this point. How can I possibly stay positive anymore. At every hurdle it seems I need to jump higher. I spent most of the night after that appointment frantically googling and picking apart everything she said. She asked the gender (I now realise this is more common in boys, I’m having a girl). She kept remeasuring her femurs which is a soft marker for DS as well as the fluid in her kidneys. I just want for once to have good news. I’ve genuinely, started to believe I just can’t be happy. Maybe I’m just not meant to enjoy things.
I honestly don’t know how I can survive another 8 weeks of this. My anxiety and stress is to the absolute maximum. I just feel devastated.
No one seems to be giving me any answers and I feel totally lost at this point.
I am so jealous when I see people posing with their bump and showing videos of them packing their hospital bag. I haven’t bought anything or posted one photo because I am so scared. I don’t want to get excited. I haven’t enjoyed this pregnancy like every said I would. And have firmly decided whatever the outcome I’m never putting myself through this again. It’s been so damaging for my mental health.
No one seems to talk about this side of pregnancy.
A friend of a friend recently had an awful experience and unfortunately their baby didn’t make it. I think about them everyday. The worry has become all consuming I don’t know what to do anymore.
I am so sorry for the long ranting post but any advice on how to stay positive or anyone with similar experiences would be much appreciated.
Thank you again for taking the time to read my essay ❤️