After bleeding for a week and a half, having a scan at 7+5 and hearing a lovely strong heart beat, to the blood then stopping convincing me that everything was ok, there was then no hb at the follow up scan at 8+6. The baby had grown since the last scan, so they think it stopped fairly recently. That wait while i waited for the sonographer to turn the screen round.. but she never did. Had a panic attack while i was lying there so they had to call for a doctor. It has literally been the worst couple of days of my life. I was so convinced that i would be bringing home another little picture, not having to decide how to pass the foetus and what i wanted the hospital to do with it after. As the bleeding had stopped they said it could take a while for me to pass things naturally, so i opted for surgical management. Went in yesterday at 7am and was home by 7pm. Guess i was lucky they could see me so quickly- i wanted things over as quickly as possible. I know that probably sounds really selfish but i couldn't stand the thought of walking around for another week with a dead baby inside of me. Id stupidly got Simon a fathers day card with the 7+5 scan pic on. Not sure what he will want to do with that now. He's really been by rock this week, but i know he's hurting too. And now i just feel empty. Empty, sore, and very sad. I have no idea where we go from here.