August 2009, my husband said there was something different about me. He didn't know what it was or explain it. I was feeling tired all the time and certain things were making me feel sick.
We decided to pop to the shop and buy a HPT. I took the test that night after visiting my family. To our surpise it said 'pregnant'. We were both so excited. It wasn't a planned pregnancy but we weren't using any B/C. That was Wedensday.
2 Days later as I was going to bed, I went to the toilet and saw a light pink / brown colour on the paper. I was worried. I told my husband and we did some reading and though maybe implantation bleeding however my dates said I was 5 weeks so it couldn't have been that.
I woke up on Saturday morning to really bad cramping, I went to the toilet and all I saw was this bright red colour. I knew then I had lost my baby.
We were both very upset at losing our baby but we had each other. I was due to start a new job in the september and we were getting married in the June and my due date was 23/4/10,so it wasn't the best of times to fall pregnant and my husband and I decided that maybe it was for the best and we can try again sometime in the future.
That was nearly 2 years ago, I still think about the baby I lost, I occassionly cry and think about how life would be for my husband and me if the pregnancy had continued to term. I still want children but I worry that the same thing will happen again...
I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one that finds it hard to move on and cope with losing a baby regardless of how far you are. Although I understand it must be so much harder for those later on in their pregancy as they have had their first ultrasound, felt their baby move etc..
Things happen for a reason and when the time is right it will happen. I believe this and I know that when the time is right for my husband and me to become parents we will have our baby.
There is hope out there for everyone. You may miscarry this pregnancy but have a healthly one next time around. Keep smiling chin up.
If you feel the need to cry then cry. I wrote a letter to my baby. I know he / she won't ever read it but it gave me a way of understanding my feelings and something to focus on. I carry it with me all the time.