mad4babies
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Hi. Im feeling very alone, sad, angry and depressed right now and just wanted to share my story. I have 6 children with no previous history of miscarriage before June 2014. We went for our 12 week scan and got told baby hadnt developed past 5-6 weeks. We were absolutely devastated. I chose natural management and luckily once I had said goodbye to our AngelBaby she left me 6 days later (on my youngest daughters birthday). There wasnt a lot of bleeding but quite a few clots. When she left there was a gush of waters and large clots. Somehow we picked ourselves up and decided to try again. My period took 5 weeks to arrive but was very light. 8 weeks after miscarriage I lost a large clot and bled for 3 weeks constantly very heavily (heavier than I have ever bled before) and managed to get a kidney infection into the bargain. I finally then managed to get a negative HPT 11 weeks after AngelBaby left me and 18 weeks after she died. My periods then started to become regular and in January 2015 I got a positive HPT. Unfortunately 2 days later I started bleeding and lost our 2nd baby. (4 wks 5 days). This left me feeling even more depressed but once again we kept trying. In February 2015 we got another positive HPT and we waited nervously for the bleeding to begin. NONE. We arranged with the early assessment unit for an early scan. At 7 wks 3 days we saw our baby Peanut (because he was so tiny!) with a heartbeat. Crying with happiness and relief we went home to start enjoying the pregnancy with a scan booked for 2 weeks later. Devastatingly this scan should have showed 9 wks 5 days but baby had stopped developing at just under 8 weeks (days after previous scan). Once again we went home to prepare for losing our baby. 11 days later I started bleeding very lightly and then at 8.10 on the evening of Saturday 11 April 2015 Baby Peanut left us. This time there was very limited amount of blood and no pain, just a ferocious force while the large pieces of tissue/baby/sac? were forced out of me. We are now left trying to come to terms with what has happened. I am very depressed and exhausted. I dont want to go out, cant sleep (and when I do have horrible nightmares mostly about people dying), dont want to see or talk to anyone and am struggling to do/cope with anything. To make matters worse my 18 year old daughter is pregnant and due 1 week after my 2nd miscarriage and 5 weeks before my current miscarriage. Going on my past m/mc my body is going to take quite a few weeks to recover and then it took us a few months to conceive again. I have just turned 40 (the week my baby died) and my husband is 47. I dont know if I have the strength to go through this again. The endless routine of waiting for your period to regulate then charting your ovulation, taking your BBT every morning so the first thing you have to think about everyday is your failed pregnancies, the waiting for your period or test day and then starting that month all over again after yet another disappointment. On the other hand we really want another child to finish off our family. I cant see me ever being truly happy again if we dont manage this. So either way I dont think I can find the strength to go on. I am really worried that it is our age and not just bad luck and that we wont ever be able to have our baby to hold in our arms.
I am sorry for all the details but I cant talk to anyone about this and would like to know of anyone with similar experiences with either a good or bad ending (just the truth!) Thank you to everyone who contributes to the forums as they have been a really good support to me throughout the last few months when I had nowhere else to go. I just felt that it was time for me to share my story. Thank you for reading.
I am sorry for all the details but I cant talk to anyone about this and would like to know of anyone with similar experiences with either a good or bad ending (just the truth!) Thank you to everyone who contributes to the forums as they have been a really good support to me throughout the last few months when I had nowhere else to go. I just felt that it was time for me to share my story. Thank you for reading.