My journey to be a mum started when I was about to turn 38. Until then I never wanted children, I thought my life was complete with my two gorgeous dogs, but children? Nope, not for me. Continue reading “Four Angels”
Hubby and I had been married for about a month when we found out we were pregnant. We were both over the moon. Early on I began to spot and the spotting continued for 9 days. I was reassured by the doctor that everything was fine and it was normal.
I was over the moon when I saw the little pink line confirming I was pregnant with my first child, after having just moved in with my fiancée Adrian. Everything was slotting in nicely and we were both extremely excited at the prospect of starting a family. Although I knew at the back of my mind things could sometimes go wrong, I was bursting with happiness and rejoiced in sharing my excitement with friends.
I didn’t even know I was pregnant. Objectively speaking, it would have been absolutely awful timing to have had a baby – I was only 21, single, studying and so depressed that getting up in the morning was the hardest thing in the world. I had taken my pill religiously, or so I thought, but for whatever reason had ended up pregnant.
For the first time I got excited. Is this really real, am I really seeing what I’m seeing?
Time goes on…it obviously wasn’t my time. Something happened that was out of my control. People told me don’t worry it’s not just you, it happens to plenty of women.
Losing a baby is tough. Tougher than anyone on the outside can ever really imagine. Not only the physical pain and devastation, but the long lasting psychological impact that keeps raising its head when you least expect it.Continue reading “The Due Date That Doesn’t Arrive”
It’s been a busy month (other than getting hitched!). After 11 weeks of being pregnant we were told we’d had a missed-miscarriage. The same day I was booked in for a ‘sweep out’ op and my life turned upside down. We are a long way from home, (Brits living in Sydney), and holy cow was I unprepared for this new phase of life.Continue reading “Breathing Through the Clutter”
My name is Katherine and I am a mum to 2 beautiful girls. I knew very little about miscarriage at that time; pregnancy was very innocent and whilst I knew about miscarriage, it was something that happened to other people. I didn’t know anyone that had openly spoken about it and in hindsight, I was very naive.Continue reading “My Four Losses”
I have had four miscarriages: two in 2017 (4.5w, 7.5w), one in 2018 (5w) and one in 2019 (8w – trisomy 11). We also have a daughter born in 2015 with no prior losses. We are currently going through IVF in the hope that science makes better embryos than we do.
Continue reading “The Emotional Merry Go Round of Loss & Infertility”
It’s been a while since I’ve thought about it, until a friend told me she was pregnant. While I’m happy for her, I had a small pang of, ‘I Wish…’. We have two healthy and happy girls so I’m not complaining, it was just a hard road to get to this point.
I had a missed miscarriage this past week. I went to a bulk billed scanning place for my 7 and 8.5 week dating scans. They scanned me externally and said there was no baby and completely freaked me out because I had the gestational sac, yolk sac, no bleeding etc. I asked them for a trans-vaginal scan to confirm and they refused me both times, saying it won’t make a difference.
My husband and I had been trying to conceive for over 2 years and were on our last round of Clomid before having to go to IVF. We were absolutely beyond delighted to fall pregnant. My whole world changed as I already started preparing for the one thing I wanted in life the most.Continue reading “Not Just a Statistic”
I have two boys aged 10 and 18 and I’m engaged to my partner of over 4 years. He does not have children of his own as he is 15 years younger than me, but we agreed early on in our relationship that it was not something we planned to do together. I turned 44 in February so it was a very big surprise to discover in early January of this year (2019) that I was pregnant.Continue reading “My First Miscarriage”
In 2012, my husband and I decided to start trying for a baby after 2 years of marriage. A few months went by and I discovered I was pregnant. We went to an obstetrician (recommended to us by my best friend). He was lovely but said it was too early to tell. There was a sac but nothing inside.
Secondary infertility, it’s a rocky path. You long to be part of the community you once were whilst you were childless, but there is a fine line of where do you fit in. You can relate to all the mum type posts but also carry the pain that only those “without children” endure.
I write this story on my way to Melbourne for a specialist appointment, reflecting on the tough journey so far but hopeful for some answers. To date I have had 3 missed miscarriages and 3 D&C’s – trifecta’s all round! It’s hard to tell which time was the hardest, the 1st or the 3rd!
I was around the age of 18 when I experienced my very first female ‘issue’ after having irregular cycles and painful periods. I was told that I had polycystic ovaries and endometriosis. I was told by medical staff to stay on the pill and that my chances of conceiving naturally were next to nothing. IVF was also most likely in the future for when I was ready to conceive.
I am a very happy (and grateful) mother to a beautiful 10 year old bright, bubbly and vivacious daughter. It has been a long time since I lost my two precious babies, but there is honestly not a day that goes by where I don’t wonder what could have been.
After four years of tears and failure after failure I’d started to give up a little. Then I noticed changes in my body so I called my fertility doctor and he said to take a test and to my surprise, my first ever positive test! It was the news we needed and it made my husband and I so happy I could hardly even sit still… all the negativity and depression had gone away.
In November 2015 we welcomed our first daughter into the world. She was a ‘surprise’ pregnancy but welcomed none the less. When she was born we had it all planned out, we wanted an 18 month age gap between our children, so at nine months we would start trying.