tinselcat
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I remember last year's London Marathon well.
I remember walking under Tower Bridge before the runners arrived, to go to the hospital.
I remember sitting in the hot EGU reading dumb ladies magazines with the marathon on on the telly.
I remember the nurse telling me I was 'fit enough to run the marathon' after my BP came out at 120/80 (rather than the usual 90/60 I get in early pregnancy).
It was a Sunday so they couldn't scan me then. The nurse thought my cervix was closed.
A year ago today I didn't know what would happen on the Monday.
That I would wake up and there would be more brown blood, like at the start of a period.
That I would go into work and then start crying hysterically as I wondered what was going on.
That I would go to the EGU for the scan, one day before my Nuchal was due, and find out the baby had no heartbeat and was dead.
But one thing I did know, is that it would be hard for me to conceive a baby again with my partner and that all the stupid comments and anecdotes that people offered me about "it happens to lots of people and they go on to have babies" would mean absolutely frigging nothing.
Still upset, still bitter, still angry, still waiting.
I remember walking under Tower Bridge before the runners arrived, to go to the hospital.
I remember sitting in the hot EGU reading dumb ladies magazines with the marathon on on the telly.
I remember the nurse telling me I was 'fit enough to run the marathon' after my BP came out at 120/80 (rather than the usual 90/60 I get in early pregnancy).
It was a Sunday so they couldn't scan me then. The nurse thought my cervix was closed.
A year ago today I didn't know what would happen on the Monday.
That I would wake up and there would be more brown blood, like at the start of a period.
That I would go into work and then start crying hysterically as I wondered what was going on.
That I would go to the EGU for the scan, one day before my Nuchal was due, and find out the baby had no heartbeat and was dead.
But one thing I did know, is that it would be hard for me to conceive a baby again with my partner and that all the stupid comments and anecdotes that people offered me about "it happens to lots of people and they go on to have babies" would mean absolutely frigging nothing.
Still upset, still bitter, still angry, still waiting.
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