Hi all.
I’m feeling like posting my experience on here is going to help me get things off my chest to people who have been in a similar situation and hopefully it’ll help me move forward.
On 9th July this year, I found out I was pregnant. By Thursday that week, I was in hospital having scans due to bleeding. I wasn’t in pain, just numb and devastated at the loss of our first baby - we had been trying to conceive for 8 months. Once at the hospital, I knew something wasn’t right as during the scan, more and more doctors kept appearing by my bed. They were asking questions like do I have pain in my shoulders etc, filling forms out and asking for my consent to operate - I had no idea what for as nobody had yet told me what the issue was. I never ended up having surgery, but I was kept in hospital for monitoring and after a couple of days they decided i was stable to go home and off i was sent after 2 days of non-stop crying and not a great deal was explained to me.
I had to visit the hospital then every 48 hours, it was a difficult and emotional time, some days i felt fine, then guilty for feeling fine, other days i woke up and it didn’t feel possible to face the world. I would visit the hospital and have my tests and hope that they would say ‘your bodies back to normal now’ but things only seemed to get worse. Eventually, the docs said i needed methotrexate injection. I was in quite a lot of pain after this, however, on Thursday 10th August, i finally got the call i had wanted - i was now testing negative for pregnancy hormone.
I’m grateful for not having the surgery, and that i am still healthy and alive. However i now feel so many mixed emotions. I miss the baby that i never even met, i miss even knowing it was still in my tube, even though i knew it could not survive. I feel bitter that this happened to me. Every day feels like a battle with my emotions. I cant think about anything else. I’m constantly thinking about what could have been.
This week i would have been 12 weeks, i should be having my first scan, beaming with joy. But now all i have to show for everything i went through, is that positive pregnancy test i took back in July, and the wrist band they put on me in hospital. It feels unfair that i have nothing else to show for my short pregnancy, and I’m scared for me and my husband to try again, despite wanting a baby so desperately.
Many people do not treat ectopics as they would a miscarriage. Rather than saying “sorry for your loss”, they say “sorry to hear that you have been unwell”. I wish more people could understand that ectopic is still the loss of a baby, a very loved and very much wanted baby, that just because it is a serious medical condition, or a pregnancy that was ‘never viable in the first place’, it does not mean that i am not equally devastated to have lost my baby.
We named it ‘Our little Jelly Bean’ and we will love it forever.
Offering strength and prayers to all other Mums who never met their babies xx