Hi Everyone,
My name is Lindsay, i recently had my first ectopic pregnancy, and i am finding it hard to deal with if i’m honest…
It’s coming up to a month now where i have stopped going to the hospital to have my hcg levels checked…
From the moment they told me that my baby was ectopic, my world felt like it was slowly crashing down… they said there was so much internal bleeding in my uterus that they felt as though my body would dispose of the baby all by it’s self so left me for 48hours and then sent me back into hospital to be checked again… my whole experience with the hospital was horrible, to the point where a midwife told me that i had no right to be upset as my baby was never a baby in the first place and was only just a sac, nothing worth getting upset over she said. I was a heartbroken mess, from the moment the pregnancy test came back as a positive, it was my baby… and for 8 weeks until i got rushed into hospital… i sang to my baby… i talked to my baby… and i made huge plans for my baby…
I am lucky in the respect that i have my son who is nearly 6 and i didn’t have to have my tube removed with the ectopic…
However, i stupidly told everyone about my pregnancy, never in a million years thinking that something like this would happen to me, although i knew there is always a chance… but both myself and my husband was that excited that he told my son he was finally going to be a big brother that he had been asking for for quite a while…
The day i came home from that scan… i felt so empty inside… so broken… not one person took the time to tell me exactly what was going to happen or how my body was going to respond… i spent every 48 hours waiting for the next lot of tests, in silence staring into space as i felt like no one cared… there was no empathy nor sympathy from professionals…
But i suppose they see it day in and day out so its just their job to them…
My husband just worked and worked to keep busy… my son was asking what was happening and why was i so sad… and trying to explain was so hard… to those that knew about my pregnancy i felt such a fool, as i was so excited…and i should of just held it all inside but it was so difficult…
Once people knew what had happened, nobody really knew what to say, and those you talk to about it merely say well this stuff happens… and i know it does but why me? What have i done?
I thought i would be ok going to work painting my smile on and being distracted, and i feel i’ve managed and coped really well… but inside i’m crumbling, each person who tells me they are expecting, i feel many emotions, i’m happy for them but i’m also angry… angry that my pregnancy isn’t happening anymore and that i can’t share all of those wonderful moments that i had planned to…
I’m scared… that i am going to become obsessed with trying hard to concieve again… and scared that i’m going to feel all this darkness and emptiness all over again…
But mainly i am sad… because nobody is willing to talk to me about it anymore… i’m expected to get over it… and as much as i want to try and move on and put it to the back of my mind i can’t because i’m truly not ready too… i want my baby… and i just wizh i could turn back the clock…
Sorry but had to get it out
Thanks for your time
Lindsay x