Thanks a lot for all your well wishes. This morning it was not good news. No matter how hard you try to prepare yourself you are never quite ready are you? Despite my best intentions of conditioning my mind over the last two weeks to believe that it was all over hearing those words 'this pregnancy isn't going anywhere I'm afraid' was still so sad. There was a tiny part of me that was still holding out hope.
I kept it together remarkably well during the scan, with the chat with the Dr about my 'options' afterwards and then when I was booked for the EPRC (or whatever it's called) which takes place on Wednesday 29th. Now I'm at home and the enormity of everything that's happened has hit me like a train and I cannot stop crying. Everytime I close my eyes I keep seeing the screen with the sac and my tiny baby inside. She showed me the 'blue' areas where there were no blood vessels (my womb was 'red' indicating live tissue) and explained to me that this is where you would see a heartbeat but of course there wasn't one. The edge of the sac was also very ragged (instead of smooth) and that was irregular but she didn't know why that was.
When I met the F2 who booked me in for the EPRC I had to sign so many forms including one agreeing to have the tissue cremated after a blessing from the Chapel. In some ways I was comforted by this because I knew that the hospital team acknowleges that no matter how tiny, it was still a life and what will be removed from me on Wednesday isn't just clinical waste.
Once again, for those of you who have been through this (never mind more than once) I salute you. For those of you who haven't I pray with all my heart that you never ever do. I can safely say that this is the saddest and most painful thing that's ever happened to me in my entire life and I just want it to all go away.
I kept it together remarkably well during the scan, with the chat with the Dr about my 'options' afterwards and then when I was booked for the EPRC (or whatever it's called) which takes place on Wednesday 29th. Now I'm at home and the enormity of everything that's happened has hit me like a train and I cannot stop crying. Everytime I close my eyes I keep seeing the screen with the sac and my tiny baby inside. She showed me the 'blue' areas where there were no blood vessels (my womb was 'red' indicating live tissue) and explained to me that this is where you would see a heartbeat but of course there wasn't one. The edge of the sac was also very ragged (instead of smooth) and that was irregular but she didn't know why that was.
When I met the F2 who booked me in for the EPRC I had to sign so many forms including one agreeing to have the tissue cremated after a blessing from the Chapel. In some ways I was comforted by this because I knew that the hospital team acknowleges that no matter how tiny, it was still a life and what will be removed from me on Wednesday isn't just clinical waste.
Once again, for those of you who have been through this (never mind more than once) I salute you. For those of you who haven't I pray with all my heart that you never ever do. I can safely say that this is the saddest and most painful thing that's ever happened to me in my entire life and I just want it to all go away.