Hello ladies ,
I am new to the site and would like to express how nice it is to see everyone supporting each other and telling there story. I wish I had the courage to come on and speak to someone when it happened to me but I am happy to be here now.
When I found out I was pregnant I was only 19, during my pregnancy my boyfriend (father to be) broke up with me and I was terrified to tell my parents, so I felt so alone the full time and cried alot during.
2 & a half months down the line I decided to speak to the one person who I knew would understand my position & how I felt , which was my friend who had a child of her own , and was also my age. She understood how scared I was and was so supportive. The moment I realized this was a good thing was when I say down with her little girl, who sat facing me on my knee, and just leaned in and kissed my forehead. I knew finally this would be a good thing, but I went on in secret until I was ready, as the father disappeared quickly I knew I had to be strong for this baby.
Christmas came & went & I went on my day to day , slowly coming to the realization of this life changing experience, I was now three and a half months & it was January 14, and around 12 at night. I was sitting in the lounge with my mum when I felt what felt like a heavy period, which I knew couldn't happen, so I stood up to go pee. As I stood tjh blood fell down my legs and all over the floor. I panicked and ran to the bathroom when I started getting clots and throwing up. I wish I had used my head by this point and told my mum but I was panicking, and scared at what my parents would think. I ran the shower thinking it would help, and the next hour Was a blur. I fell in and out of consciousness from all the blood loss. It finally started to calm down when I attempted to go to bed. And it happened again. I headed to the toilet and dont remember making it there, but was all of a sudden looking up at my mum, who heard me faint on my way to the bathroom. She automatically foned an ambulance and my aunt. I lay on my bathroom floor heartbroken but I couldn't even express it. I was too weak, I knew I was dying but didnt ask for help from the panic.
I was in hospital for a while after that. I don't remember much because they were giving me morphine to disguise the pain of the contractions, but the one line I do remember Was hearing my doctor tell us that it wasn't just one , but two. I was very weak and broken for weeks and my family were amazing support. I was on alot of tablets for a few months because of the poisoning because i didnt go to the hospital straight away, and my boyfriend after that helped me pull through a lot. He was my rock and made me realize how strong I was and could never thank him enough or express my love to him for that.
I of course still have days were it hurts , but I know that when I do have a baby I will give it all the love in the world. I felt I had to express my story after seeing the woman who died during a miscarriage from septicemia. I was in her position & Was lucky.
Just remember no matter how hard it gets, there are always people out there to listen, and add advice. Stay strong ladies, I know it's hard, but it will happen and you will be brilliant mothers. Best of luck for the future..
LD xx
I am new to the site and would like to express how nice it is to see everyone supporting each other and telling there story. I wish I had the courage to come on and speak to someone when it happened to me but I am happy to be here now.
When I found out I was pregnant I was only 19, during my pregnancy my boyfriend (father to be) broke up with me and I was terrified to tell my parents, so I felt so alone the full time and cried alot during.
2 & a half months down the line I decided to speak to the one person who I knew would understand my position & how I felt , which was my friend who had a child of her own , and was also my age. She understood how scared I was and was so supportive. The moment I realized this was a good thing was when I say down with her little girl, who sat facing me on my knee, and just leaned in and kissed my forehead. I knew finally this would be a good thing, but I went on in secret until I was ready, as the father disappeared quickly I knew I had to be strong for this baby.
Christmas came & went & I went on my day to day , slowly coming to the realization of this life changing experience, I was now three and a half months & it was January 14, and around 12 at night. I was sitting in the lounge with my mum when I felt what felt like a heavy period, which I knew couldn't happen, so I stood up to go pee. As I stood tjh blood fell down my legs and all over the floor. I panicked and ran to the bathroom when I started getting clots and throwing up. I wish I had used my head by this point and told my mum but I was panicking, and scared at what my parents would think. I ran the shower thinking it would help, and the next hour Was a blur. I fell in and out of consciousness from all the blood loss. It finally started to calm down when I attempted to go to bed. And it happened again. I headed to the toilet and dont remember making it there, but was all of a sudden looking up at my mum, who heard me faint on my way to the bathroom. She automatically foned an ambulance and my aunt. I lay on my bathroom floor heartbroken but I couldn't even express it. I was too weak, I knew I was dying but didnt ask for help from the panic.
I was in hospital for a while after that. I don't remember much because they were giving me morphine to disguise the pain of the contractions, but the one line I do remember Was hearing my doctor tell us that it wasn't just one , but two. I was very weak and broken for weeks and my family were amazing support. I was on alot of tablets for a few months because of the poisoning because i didnt go to the hospital straight away, and my boyfriend after that helped me pull through a lot. He was my rock and made me realize how strong I was and could never thank him enough or express my love to him for that.
I of course still have days were it hurts , but I know that when I do have a baby I will give it all the love in the world. I felt I had to express my story after seeing the woman who died during a miscarriage from septicemia. I was in her position & Was lucky.
Just remember no matter how hard it gets, there are always people out there to listen, and add advice. Stay strong ladies, I know it's hard, but it will happen and you will be brilliant mothers. Best of luck for the future..
LD xx
