Fucking hell gem
I hope you have someone to talk to
Sorry for radio absence everyone, not had much time online between seeing my MIL, my own mum and today just spending time with pickle.
So Thursday was beautiful, I was dropped off at the hospital whilst my OH took pickle to my MILs and then he joined me. The bereavement midwife was amazing, and I started the first two tablets. There some some slight cramping but nothing much. Second lot of tablets at midday. That got things moving a bit but nothing major them two more tablets at 3pm. I had cocodamol twice then at 6pm had morphine. Which zoned me out totally.
The room was nice and we had no need to leave the space at all, which allowed us to just be together. We watched QI and listened to music and were just us. The MW left us alone totally.
I have a meltdown at about 5pm as I didn't think we were getting anywhere and I didn't want to end up there overnight and everything was crap and and and. And with hindsight it was transition only I hadn't clocked.
The pain was equal to that having pickle, only I was much more in control and knew whatever painrelief I wanted was there.
The pushing contractions got too heavy and I knew there wasno need to be a hero and had the morphine. Fucking hell that injection hurt like hell!!!!!!
Thenabout 6.30pm the MW told me to get walking around as I needed to get this baby out and I literally knelt up and I felt baby and they were delivered there and then two pushes, one for baby, one for placenta and it was all over.
We had spoke about what to do when baby was born because I was frightened I would regret meeting them after all we didn't know how affected they might be. But the MW took baby away and came back with them all wrapped up in a knitted crib looking totally beautiful. They were quite big considering they were only 17 weeks. But the spit of my OH, even down to the way their lips laid. Quite mad.
We got to spend a few hours with them before saying our goodbyes and heading home. I have no recollection of going home the morphine wiped me so much (from a misspent youth I know I don't like opiates) and I don't know if it was my homing instinct or my OHs ability to get me to bed (or more likely a combination of the two) but I woke up 10 hours later at home.
They are gorgeous. We chose for them to have a communal cremation rather than a private service. We aren't religious at all, but the idea they could be with other babies and moan about their parents forever, if that is what happens, appeals. We don't believe in an after life anyway BUT just in case there is one, we want them to have company.
So now I just feel empty and sad. I haven't stopped crying now for two weeks and I'm exhausted. Pickle is stressed too. I just don't know how we are ever going to find a way to live with this massive hole in our lives
Thank you all for your kind words and thoughts. You will never know how much it has all meant to me xxxxx
Just to add, the midwife was amazing, she takes the duvet cover and fancy pillows home to wash because technically she can't have them, so she does it in her own time. She also personally knits everything for the babies herself in her own time. As a thankyou I am asking all my knitting friends to knit one to add to her collection. The least we can do is pay it forward I someway, and help another family who go through a difficult time. So if any of you want to be on that too let me know x