As someone who has been through many miscarriages since I was 28 (I’m now 41), plus giving birth to my son Frankie who was born sleeping on 29 November 2013 when I was 33 weeks pregnant, I found this blog post very helpful and comforting. I could identify with all of it, and I thought I would share it on my blog.
1. You may not realise anything is wrong. You may not bleed, nor feel cramps. In fact, you may be blissfully unaware that there is a problem at all until a scan, when instead of a kicking happy baby, you see a lifeless thing floating asleep, or you see nothing at all.
2. A scan will forever be a hateful thing – rather than excitement at looking at the screen, you will always wish the screen to be turned away from you, expecting a “sorry, there’s no heartbeat”.
3. And while I’m at it, sonographers have the best poker faces in the world. Fact.
4. After the scan, there is a lot of waiting. Waiting for further scans, waiting for tests. Waiting to miscarry naturally or waiting for pills to make you miscarry. Then there is waiting for appointments, waiting for operations to remove tissue. Finally there is waiting for your period to…
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