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The Day I Lost My Baby.
”Hearing ”Every time we touch, I get this feeling….and every time we kiss, I swear I can fly….can’t you feel my heart beat fast….. I want this to last…..I need
As soon as I opened my eyes the morning after my wedding it all came back to me, and I started to remember the year that broke me: 2008.
The moment I saw those two lines on the pregnancy test my heart was filled with love and joy. Finally I was going to become a mother; someone I had dreamed of becoming for
A couple of months had passed and it was finally the day I could see my beautiful baby on the little monitor. I was particularly excited about this scan as we were hopefully going to find out the sex of our baby. I laid down on the bed with my top rolled up and the jelly smeared on my stomach. This was it! I looked up at the doctor and smiled. I
My heart started to pound. My mum and husband sat on either side of me, not knowing what was to come. The doctor looked at his piece of paper. No eye contact was involved as he sat calmly and said ”I am sorry but your baby has severe brain damage”. Everything went blurry. The room filled up with the
Being told ”if you continue with this pregnancy both YOU and YOUR BABY will die” is not something anyone would want to hear. I was sent to another hospital for a second opinion. The doctor there confirmed my worst nightmare.
The next day I was sent to a third hospital where I was to terminate my pregnancy. I could never use the actual term ’terminate’ as if sounds too formal, like it was a choice to make?
I went into the room at 23 and half weeks pregnant and came out with a lifeless
Was he saying hello or was it goodbye?
That night I laid in my bed holding my stomach, praying I would wake up from this terrible dream, thinking ”you’re just a small bump, unborn for four months, then torn from life. Maybe you were needed up there but we’re still unaware as to why?” while I laid, trying to sleep.
The feeling of guilt riddled my whole body. Tossing
I walked out of the flat with a packed bag in my arms. People walked past looking at me wondering if I was going on holiday. If only they knew. The journey in the car felt like a lifetime with everything flashing before me. Nothing seemed clear anymore. I arrived at the hospital at 7:30, as if going in for a routine appointment (if only that were true).
I opened
My husband, my mother and I sat in the labour suite waiting for the doctors to explain the next steps. As we sat waiting I remember hearing all the other women giving birth. Although it wasn’t really a nice thing to hear, considering the circumstances I was in, I was happy to hear babies sound their first cry as it meant that they wasn’t going through what I was about to endure. But at the same time I
The doctor came into the room with the hospital chaplain. The chaplain sat down, handing me some forms – forms to organise a funeral. I hadn’t even given birth yet and we were arranging his funeral. The thought of a little baby sized coffin made me feel so sick inside. I couldn’t get my head around it, it all happened so fast.
Nineteen long and slow hours went by and my midwife came in to check how far I had dilated. Having
The midwife handed him to me wrapped in a
I just wished we could have had him with us longer. It broke my heart handing him back to the midwife knowing that would be the last time I held him, the last time I felt him in my arms and the last time I saw him. Believing that ”Eventually we’ll be together one sweet day….eventually
Six weeks later, with the post-mortem out of the way, we got to finally bury our baby.
I looked out of the window, the sky was as dark and gloomy as my life had become. The hearse had arrived and there he was in a little white wooden coffin. The funeral director took off his hat and bowed his head as I walked closer to the car. I felt as if the grey and gloomy sky was closing in on me, sounds became distant and my vision was as if I was looking in from the outside.
We reached The City
It took a long time to move on. Losing a child is one of the hardest things to
There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think about Armani. But as time has gone by it has made me the person I am today; a much stronger
My darling friend Anthonissa (aka The Hypnobirting Midwife) has created ’One Strong Mother’ pins in a bid to raise awareness of still birth and miscarriage whilst making money for the amazing charity SANDS (stillbirth and Neonatal Death Charity) as she too has had a family member suffer a the loss of a child as she too has a family member with her own story of loss.
£5 of every pin sold will go to SANDS, a
Please buy one on behalf of every strong mother that has had to overcome the loss of her baby either by miscarriage or stillbirth.