Sleep tight my little angel

If you have read the last post on my blog, or follow me on Twitter, you will know that my world has been turned upside down. I will spare you the boring (and disgusting at times) details, but here is how the story goes…

 

The beginning…

I was so tired and just wanted to sleep. I was extremely emotional to the point of crying over every little thing. My jeans felt tight because I was bloated. My boobs were a bit achy and bigger than usual. I wanted to eat all of the cheese and onion crisps and all of the cheese pasties from Greggs, and I suddenly hated the flavour of my regular cup of tea. I also had cramps and had started spotting. PMS was a bitch!

“I think you should do a pregnancy test” my mother had suggested, quite a few times. “No need, I am due on”. “You should do one anyway”, my mother continued. I knew the test would be negative but I agreed to do one, just to stop the mithering. I got a pack of three pregnancy tests from the pound shop as I didn’t see the point in wasting money on fancy expensive ones.

I did the test and had a brief glance at it. One line – it was negative as expected. I put the test on the side while I washed my hands.

A couple of minutes later I picked the test up to throw it in the bin. There was another line. Not possible! I still had my wee in the pot I had used so I took another test out and dipped it in. Two lines appeared on that too. Something wasn’t right. Did we have a faulty batch?

I was spotting. This wasn’t right. I shouted Chris, through teary eyes, to tell him what had happened. We agreed I would do the third test later on in the day to see what the result of that would be. I couldn’t wait though so I dipped the third test into the wee. That too was positive. I cried my eyes out. I couldn’t be pregnant; it has to be a faulty batch, or maybe a faulty wee?

I sent Chris to the pharmacy to buy one of the fancy expensive tests and another named brand one while I started drinking as much liquid as I could so I would need another wee. Chris returned, I did the tests and to our surprise, they were both positive. I sent Chris out to buy more tests the day after. We did nine tests altogether and they all came back positive. I tried to be happy but I couldn’t. Another baby would be amazing. We had been trying for three years. But, this didn’t feel right. I had cramps and was spotting so I would be stupid not to be worried.

Chris and my sister were overjoyed. My mother wanted to be happy but had a worry in the pit of her stomach. I never felt ‘right’ about the pregnancy. I may have had the symptoms but deep down, I knew something wasn’t right.

The first thing the next day (Monday) I booked a doctor’s appointment. I told my GP everything. He chuckled at the thought of Chris rushing out buying all of the tests and couldn’t believe how much money we had spent on them. The doctor did a blood test to check my HCG levels, and while he was trying to remain positive, his face said otherwise.

I was back to see my GP the next day for my blood test results. The blood test confirmed a pregnancy. But a 615 HCG result for a (possible) 7-week pregnancy was way too low. There was a problem. My GP made an appointment for me to have a scan at the early pregnancy unit at the local hospital. They couldn’t fit me in until Thursday.

 

The middle…

Thursday eventually came and I had the scan. The sonographer couldn’t see a baby in my uterus. There wasn’t a baby in my uterus. It was an ectopic pregnancy. I was distraught. I had three options:

  1. Expectant management – the pregnancy is lost naturally
  2. A methotrexate injection – which ‘dissolves’ the pregnancy tissue
  3. Surgery – to remove the pregnancy tissue, probably resulting in the surgeon removing the tube

Though the doctors weren’t too happy about it, I chose the expectant management option. I knew I didn’t have a viable pregnancy but I wanted things to happen naturally.

For a few weeks, I was in and out of the hospital so the doctors could monitor the situation and keep an eye on my blood HCG – which was increasing with every blood test I had. The doctors wanted me to have treatment. I still wanted to lose “the baby” naturally. Well, if I wanted anything it was a healthy, viable pregnancy, but you know what I mean.

The pain and bleeding had become severe. I was prescribed codeine to help me ‘cope’ with the pain. I knew the pregnancy wasn’t viable but I couldn’t face the thought of having any of these treatments. An injection so toxic it kills off pregnancy tissue and does god knows what else in your body, or a surgical procedure potentially resulting in tube removal were my only options. How could this be the case in 2017?

I couldn’t put it off anymore though. The longer I waited the more risk there was of my tube rupturing and the consequences of that are severe. I had to remember that Molly needs her mama so I had to go ahead with the treatment. I had the methotrexate injection. The doctors informed me that four days later I would have to return to the hospital for a blood test, and again three days after that. If the methotrexate was working the blood tests would show my HCG levels getting lower. If the number was increasing, or not dropping enough, I would have to have another injection. Hopefully, that one would work. If not, the only other option would be surgery.

 

The end…

I am happy to say that my HCG levels started to reduce with the first injection. I didn’t have to have another injection. Thank God! I did have to keep going back to the hospital until my HCG level ws under 25 though.

Unfortunately, this baby wasn’t meant to be and both Chris and I are completely devastated. We never got to see our baby and don’t have a scan picture. We never heard our babies heartbeat, and we never even saw a community midwife.  The worse part of losing a baby like this, for me, is the loss of a future together. Was it a boy or a girl? What would they have been like? I will never get to see their first smile or hear their first words. I will never get to see them grow up.

Everything happens for a reason, though this doesn’t offer much comfort at the minute. I have been through so much pain, both physically and emotionally, and moving on is the only option. Some days this seems possible, some days I want to hide from the world and cry. I am trying to stay strong for Molly but some days are hard.  I know I will get there eventually and it will be Molly that helps me through. She is a blessing and her smile alone is enough to remind me of how blessed I already am.

You were too good for this world, so until we meet, sleep tight my little angel.

Sam x

 

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34 Comments

    1. Thank you hun, I really appreciate it. I am just in a bit of a limbo at the minute and not quite sure what to do with myself.. 😔x

      1. Don’t pressure yourself into doing or feeling anything. If you feel in limbo, let yourself. Just take your time. x

        1. I know I need time but I am my own worst enemy sometimes. I always have my mind on things I should be doing, but maybe what I need is to just curl up on the sofa and watch a film or something xx

  1. Oh goodness I am so sorry to hear your story. I wish you a healthy recovery and all my best wishes go out to you xx
    Mainy

  2. sorry to hear this, I’m not sure what else to say as i’ve never experienced an etopic pregnancy #triumphanttales

  3. Sam, this is such sad news. I can’t offer much help but I do hope blogging about it put all your thoughts in a line. However shitty they are. You can message me whenever… Just hope it gets easier for you soon. One day/hour at a time if you can’t bear a whole day! Lots of love, Kimberly x

    1. Thank you Kimberly. I really appreciate it. I know it will get easier with time – I hope so anyway. I am definetely taking it one hour at a time as oppose to a day at a time at the minute.. Thanks again. xx

  4. Oh this is so sad to hear Sam. I’m thinking of you all and sending you love and hugs. Nobody should have to go through this and I can’t even imagine how you must be feeling. Be kind to yourself xx #fortheloveofBLOG

    1. Thank you Angela. It really is a horrible experience. Thank God I have Molly as her smile alone cheers me up x

  5. THat’s awful, I’m so very sorry. Take care of yourself and allow yourself some time #FortheloveofBLOG

  6. aw goodness im so sorry. what an awful time to go through. sending love and hugs x
    #fortheloveofblog

  7. I am so sorry, what a terrible thing to be going through. take care of yourself and don’t rush to try and be back to normal, grieving is a process that takes time. Sending positive thoughts your way ❤️ #familyfunlinky

  8. Sam what a difficult situation for you and your family to go through. I can’t imagine how you must feel. Take your time and write use this space for you. Thank you for linking this up with family fun, I feel honoured you want to share this with us. Many hugs for you xx

  9. Oh lovey I am so truly sorry for your loss. You are very strong and brace to write about it. It must have been so hard for you. I’m glad it you didn’t need surgery but and I hope you are feeling a bit better now, as much as you can be. Take some time, rest, mourn and cuddle your little girl. I wish you nothing but the best lovey thank you for sharing at #familyfun

  10. Oh man this is such a hard read. First of all I’m so very sorry, I can’t imagine how hard that must have been. And secondly I hope that you are doing ok, and taking everyday at a time. I really hope that writing about it, has helped. Thank you for sharing this at #fortheloveofBLOG. Claire x

    1. I am definetely taking it one day at a time. Some days are good; some not so good sadly. The writing does help. I just worry about upsetting people with it though haha. Thank you for your comment. x

  11. I am so sorry to hear this, I can only imagine what you’re going through. Unfortunately, like you said; everything happens for a reason, though the reasons arent always straightforward. Thank you so much for sharing this with us at #TriumphantTales. I hope to see you back tomorrow.

    1. As much as I don’t understand the reasoning, I am a firm believer in everything happening for a reason. I know this baby wasn’t meant for earth and there must be some sort of lesson in it somewhere… though this doesn’t offer me much comfort at the minute when everything feels so raw. Thank you for commenting. x

  12. Sam, this is such a beautifully written post, you’ve done your angel baby proud. Such a devastating thing to go through – my best friend has experienced something similar recently – and whilst she says she will never be the same again, things are getting brighter for her. I hope they are for you too.
    Alice x

    1. Thank you for your lovely comment. I really appreciate it. I’m so sorry to hear about you friend. I definetely understand when she says she’ll never be the same because I feel the same. It’s hard to explain but I am very much a different person now. Thank you again x

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