melodyy_mtb
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I know so many of us see this forum, gloss over it, praying for the women who post, but hoping we we never have to find comfort here. Unfortunately I have found myself here today.
I am 11 weeks and 6 days pregnant today. Tomorrow marks my 12th, and what is supposed to be, my "safe" week.
I found out that I was expecting twins in June. It took me a while to come down from the shock, but after that I was over the moon. I couldn't believe that I had been blessed with two miracles. I loved them fiercely, and I wasn't even in my second trimester yet.
Last night, after weeks of on/off spotting, which eventually tuned into heavy bleeding and clotting (with absolutely no pain!), I took myself to a&e. After a few hours of tests and finally a scan, I was told that one of my precious twins had not survived. The doctor showed me my helpless angel on the screen. There was no heartbeat, and he/she were significantly smaller than the other. My heart broke into a million pieces right then and there.
But she made sure I saw my other baby, big, healthy, heart beating like crazy. She assured me that this one was fighting strong. I didnt know what I was feeling. It was like a mixture of extreme grief, mixed with joy. And then my mind just went blank, i felt numb. I only had a scan 5 days ago and both babies were doing great, so I was told.
So now I'm at home trying to process the whole thing. I woke up crying. I feel defeated. I want to give up, but I still have this strong, living, baby inside me. I don't know what to do. I feel guilty for not being overjoyed.
I am 11 weeks and 6 days pregnant today. Tomorrow marks my 12th, and what is supposed to be, my "safe" week.
I found out that I was expecting twins in June. It took me a while to come down from the shock, but after that I was over the moon. I couldn't believe that I had been blessed with two miracles. I loved them fiercely, and I wasn't even in my second trimester yet.
Last night, after weeks of on/off spotting, which eventually tuned into heavy bleeding and clotting (with absolutely no pain!), I took myself to a&e. After a few hours of tests and finally a scan, I was told that one of my precious twins had not survived. The doctor showed me my helpless angel on the screen. There was no heartbeat, and he/she were significantly smaller than the other. My heart broke into a million pieces right then and there.
But she made sure I saw my other baby, big, healthy, heart beating like crazy. She assured me that this one was fighting strong. I didnt know what I was feeling. It was like a mixture of extreme grief, mixed with joy. And then my mind just went blank, i felt numb. I only had a scan 5 days ago and both babies were doing great, so I was told.
So now I'm at home trying to process the whole thing. I woke up crying. I feel defeated. I want to give up, but I still have this strong, living, baby inside me. I don't know what to do. I feel guilty for not being overjoyed.