This post may be triggering.
At the end of June 2020, I found out I was pregnant with my second child, after about 10 months of TTC. I had been feeling unwell, light headedness, pain on one side, nauseous and so on the day my period was due, I took a test and found it was positive. I knew something wasn’t right and so after conversation with my GP which offered little reassurance, I contacted the EPU. Very long story short, it took about 2 weeks for them to locate the pregnancy in my left tube, there was a lot of miscommunication and I was treated with methotrexate but that failed after only a day or so and I experienced terrible pain, which resulted in surgery and the loss of my left tube.
For many months I searched for an answer why, which I knew I wouldn’t find, but I had meetings and checked that there was no clear evidence of endometriosis etc. We gave ourselves time to heal and decided to try again in Jan 2021 and fell pregnant quickly. Again, from very early on I have been feeling pain, though not the same in feeling poorly with it. I had a scan today and there was nothing to see in the uterus or my remaining tube. I was called with my blood work results this evening and they’re 30 - I know this not realistically viable. My cycles are long - approx 37 days and so it’s not reasonable to put the same expectation on HCG levels as someone who has a 28 day cycle, but 30 is very very low.
I am devastated, I feel like my heart has been ripped out. But more than anything I feel a deep rooted guilt - I can’t give my daughter a sibling. She would make the most wonderful big sister, she needs the companionship. Right now, my husband and I are enough for her, but one day we won’t be. I come from a big family who are all close, and my siblings are my allies. We are there for each other, even if we don’t get along all of the time - I would drop everything to help them, and I know they would do the same for me. I never envisaged my little girl being an only child, it’s not what I hoped for her. My heart is broken for her. I am so angry at my body for failing us, again, it’s now verging on a hatred towards myself. I hate my body for losing two babies. Two, very much wanted babies. It’s unbearable.
I don’t know what I’m looking for by writing this; I used this forum during my first ectopic as a place of companionship, so I didn’t feel so alone - we’re all part of a club nobody wants to be a part of. But this time I needed to write, I need to let it out before I implode through heartbreak. Thank you for reading this, and I send lots of love to anyone who is living this nightmare.