Not an anniversary to remember with fondness

Saturday 16th April 2011 – I’d been looking forward to that date for ages.  I should have been going for a girlie weekend away – driving up to my best friend’s house to stay over with another of my friends.  I’d not had a night away from Monkey for a long time, let alone a girlie break – I was really excited.

I was also just over 10 weeks pregnant with ‘Bump #2’ – aka Poppy was due on Remembrance Sunday.  I’d been for my booking in appointment with the Midwife on the Thursday and clutched by Blue folder with pride. I was obviously even more excited about being pregnant, even though it meant I wouldn’t be drinking over the weekend, but it had taken longer than expected to be in this ‘state’ so I didn’t mind.  Hell, I’d spent my own Hen weekend being the only one not drinking =D with Monkey well on his way.

So I got up in the morning, got my bags ready, Daddy P was catching up on his sleep and I was due to leave just after lunch.  Just after 10am all those plans fell apart, I’d started bleeding, really faint, but it still scared the life out of me.  I rang NHS Direct for advice, 4 hours later and still no clinical response, I rang out of hours instead.  They gave me ‘it is almost certainly ok’ line but ring your GP on Monday morning to arrange an emergency scan, and go straight to A&E if things get worse.  Well, there was no way I was going away for the weekend now.  My friends tried to persuade me, but I knew I’d be anxious all the time and just wanting to be at home.

The bleeding didn’t stop, so I was on the phone to the GP first thing on the Monday morning and was booked in for an early scan on the Wednesday.  Silly me, when we arrived for the scan I was asked for a wee sample, I thought OK, strange, didn’t do that last time, must want to check for infection or something.  Dooh – first thing they said was ‘Ok, the test has confirmed the pregnancy’. Oh right.  Reality. The only problem was, I just didn’t feel pregnant any more.  No sore boobs, no feeling sick, just very stressed out and upset with the continual bleeding.  Anyway, as soon as I saw the scan screen I knew something was wrong – we’d had Monkey’s first scan at the same time so I had an idea of what we should have seen.  There was no heartbeat – had I got my dates wrong?  Anyone who knows me, know’s that I’m attached to my diary and don’t make mistake with dates.  The sack was a funny shape, not great and sized at 6 weeks, so they told me there was still a chance that all was ok – I didn’t believe it for a minute, but Daddy P held on to the faint chance that all would still be ok.

We were told to come back in another week, which was awful, every day the bleeding got a little bit worse, I dreaded visiting the toilet.  I was drained.  We went back a week later, I did a wee sample – it was red.  They didn’t check it, I didn’t look at the scan screen, I didn’t need to.  There would be no ‘Poppy’.  The problem was then that I hadn’t bled enough – great, was it possible to bleed more? Anyway, I was offered ‘options’, at this stage I just wanted ‘it’ to be over, I had had enough.  I opted for surgical intervention. As it was going to be a Bank Holiday for the Royal Wedding I couldn’t have the procedure in my preferred hospital, and was booked in at another hospital for Friday 29th April.  No baby, no royal wedding for me.

The morning before, I was bleeding really badly and was advised to go straight to my normal hospital, I felt so weak and pretty much passed out on the A&E nurse.  I was transferred to the ward after a lengthy ‘wait and see how this progresses’ and put on a drip.  I spent the day on the ward, on the drip, being told to walk around the ward – it would help with any final bleeding.  There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to cry, it was a truly awful day.  I was allowed home that evening, no need for surgical procedure, all gone, end of story.

I did get to watch the Royal Wedding, with Daddy P and my beautiful Monkey.

I’m not unique, I’m not special, unfortunately I know a lot of people who have had different experiences of ‘miscarriage’ but all with the same result.  I was 43 when it happened, I knew that for me, that was my last chance for another baby.  It took me a long time to accept that Monkey made 3 and that was us, even longer to let go of the cot.  But, the day I finally decided ‘enough is enough’ and let go of that dream, I felt so much better.  I still get upset about it, even writing this. I spend Remembrance Sunday thinking about what might have been, and give my son an extra big hug.

I have the most wonderful, funny, naughty, little Monkey. He IS unique, he IS special and I love him very much.

About Over 40 and a Mum to One

I'm a Mum in my late 40′s with a 7 year old son. I had a busy life in Export Sales before my Monkey came along, but decided to become a stay at home Mum once he arrived. Now I enjoy writing my own family lifestyle and travel blog. sharing the adventures that we have as Monkey makes his journey through school. We have a cat called Brewster who makes appearances and I’m a mad Ferrari Formula 1 fan, so that expect to hear about as each season unfolds. We love reviewing toys, games and books and would love the opportunity to look at anything that fits in with our family lifestyle. We are always out and about and offering an insight on the places we visit, with a passion for nature thrown in for good measure. If you like what you read please leave me a comment, I love to hear from people, and always try to reply. Enjoy the read.

13 thoughts on “Not an anniversary to remember with fondness

  1. This had me in tears. I am truly sorry for the loss of your baby Poppy. I had a miscarriage in January at 13 weeks, and I have yet to really talk about it with anyone. Just reading someone else’s experience makes me feel like I’m going to be alright. So thank you <3

    1. The one thing I’ve learnt is DO talk about it. It’s an awful thing to go through, I still can’t throw my blue folder away, it’s all I’ve got to show that ‘Poppy’ did exist at all. I can tell you, it gets easier, it’s so common that actually it’s amazing that babies do actually get born at all. The majority of friends I know who had miscarriages have subsequently gone on to have the most beautiful babies. Sorry, if this made you cry, sending big virtual hugs xx

      1. As soon as we miscarried it was amazingly scary the amount of our friends it turned out had had miscarriages aswell. Thank you for writing this though – tears help as a way of coping aswell 🙂 huge hugs back to you and yours xx

    1. I’m just one of so many, it can’t compare to a few people I know who have lost babies post birth and young children. That is a pain I have no idea how you cope with. I couldn’t have written this post last year x

    1. Thank you Jenny. We all have our own sadness to cope with for different reasons don’t we. I am so thankful to have Monkey, I can’t imagine my life without him, although what I would give for a Sunday lazy paper reading day!!! It wasn’t meant to be for me, I get my baby cuddles from my NCT groups second generation kiddies and at least I know I’ve done with nappies, potty training, teething etc xx

  2. I read your story and it touched me. I have a lot of dates coming up that I don’t look forward to with fondness. Thank you for sharing your story – and for understanding that not all anniversary dates are remembered with fondness.

  3. Aw this is so sad. I’ve been there, I can understand how awful it is especially when you have to have surgical intervention. We were on our honeymoon when I miscarried. So the honeymoon was kind of tainted by that. Like you say, it happens all over the world to women everyday but for every woman, it is a hard thing to go through.

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