I, like many other women have unfortunately experienced the heartache of a miscarriage. It was without doubt one of the hardest, emotional and loneliest experiences of my life. I am sharing my story because at the time all I wanted was to be able to find comfort in those that had also experienced my pain and loss, but sadly I didn’t have anyone. It was only when I started telling friends what had happened that I found out they too had suffered miscarrages, but never told anyone about it. I know it is very very difficult for some people to talk about, but I think it’s so important to share our stories, because at the end of the day, it is incredibly common, something like 25% of women experience a miscarriage, and if it happens to you, you need to know that you’re not alone.
So my first pregnancy started out great, to my surprise I fell pregnant straight away. One day I started to feel that pregnancy fatigue and some serious pain in my boobs, I was so excited. I left work early, brought a pregnancy test on the way home, and woop woop I was pregnant.
Naturally I was in complete shock after being admitted into hospital. I was wheeled into my room, helped on to the bed and told not to get off it. Fortunately I was allowed to lie elevated in bed, there are some in my situation that are forced to lie flat for the duration of their pregnancy. The attending midwife told me that they had two other patients currently on bed rest who were also suffering from a shortened cervix, I know it’s awful but it was incredibly comforting to hear, at least I wasn’t alone.
Once we had completed my admission papers, my husband left to go home and pack my things and for the first time I as left alone in my room. At this point I had no emotion, I was just numb, everything was really a blur for the next hour. The next real thing I remember is Samantha, my OBGYN coming to see me, it was at this point that the reality of my situation hit home. She told me that she was concerned with my ability to get my baby to a safe gestation, so we would have to take it one week at a time. Our first target was to get past the 28 week mark, at which point I would be rescanned to check my measurements and to assess if treatment was helping. Treatment involved strict bed rest with daily shower and toilet privileges, a course of Celestone injections (steroids for the baby’s lung development), daily progesterone suppositories and daily Clexane injections (blood thinner, because I was at risk of developing a blood clot as I wasn’t moving). Looked like I was going to have to get over my fear of needles pretty quickly.
Earlier this year I had my first child which has been the toughest, yet the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done, I know cliché, but it’s the truth. Ooohhh, and did I say the toughest? Anyway, I wanted to share my pregnancy story because while I was pregnant I was desperately trying to find out more information and other women who had encountered the same complications that I did.
My pregnancy started without any really significant issues, a bit of spotting early on and nausea that drove me nuts up until was 16 weeks. I had a miscarriage prior to this pregnancy, so the sight of blood freaked me out, but after a quick check up I was given the all clear, although at the back of my mind I was always worried. To be honest, as much as the nausea irritated me, it also comforted me, it meant that I was still pregnant. Then it stopped right as I started to feel bubs move, so from that point on, I was more relaxed about my pregnancy.