I couldn’t have got through my pregnancy without the Rainbow Clinic

It was always my dream to be a mum, so my husband Eddie and I started trying straight after we got married in 2014. It didn’t take long. By Christmas I was 7 weeks pregnant. We were with our parents celebrating, so we told them our news, there was much excitement.

A missed miscarriage

In the January I noticed some bleeding so went to the GP, then on to the hospital. I had an internal scan which showed that, although I was technically pregnant, there was no fetus and no heartbeat.

They said to come back in two weeks, that it may have been too early

The bleeding carried on and I miscarried within the week, it was the most pain I’ve ever experienced, and the emotional agony was horrendous.

This time we passed the 12 week scan

We started trying again and I fell pregnant at the end of February.

After our loss, we tried to think of baby as a dot of cells doing its best.

At my booking appointment, I was referred to a consultant for high BMI and a psychiatrist for my mental health. The midwife feared I wasn’t engaging with the pregnancy, not understanding that I was so scarred from the miscarriage I daren’t hope too much.

At our 12 week scan we saw movement, arms and legs.

It was a great pregnancy and Theodore arrived in the November. We were elated.

I started bleeding 2 weeks after my test and had another miscarriage

We wanted our children close in age, so we started trying again in April 2017. I fell pregnant quickly but started bleeding two weeks after a positive test. I went to the early pregnancy unit (EPU) at the hospital straight away and they picked up a heartbeat. I was 7 weeks pregnant and our baby was alive. I clung to hope.

However, I miscarried later that week, it was less painful physically but, emotionally, harder because I’d seen that heartbeat. There had been life but then it was gone.

I was devastated, but Theodore kept me going.

The next pregnancy was so hard. I felt nauseous and ill

We had decided to relocate from London to Greater Manchester and, in the middle of our move, I found out I was pregnant. This pregnancy was so hard, I felt nauseous and ill. The bleeding started at 10 weeks but a scan showed the baby was okay.

At the 20 week scan I had a feeling that something wasn’t right. I asked the sonographer about some black holes I could see on the screen, he couldn’t say what they were but suggested a specialist scan because he was also concerned about the low levels of amniotic fluid and our baby’s bladder and kidneys looked enlarged.

We were sent to the Fetal Medicine Unit at St Mary’s in Manchester and were seen within the week. As I was scanned, I could see the kidneys looked even bigger.

They took us to a side room and explained there was probably a blockage preventing our baby passing urine, the wall of his bladder was thickened, his kidneys were damaged and he had very little chance of developing lung function because there was also very little amniotic fluid left.

They gently explained our choices, which varied from nothing to ending the pregnancy. The consultant said she believed our baby’s chances were less than 1%. They explained that, should we get to 21.5 weeks, they would have to inject our baby’s heart to end his life.

It was the hardest decision but, both Eddie and I agreed quite quickly what we had to do. At our 20 week scan I’d seen our little one yawn, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was suffering.

It would never feel right to leave my baby behind

I took medication to stop the pregnancy hormones in the evening. By 10.20pm on Valentine’s Day 2018, our son had arrived. We named him Vaughn, which means ‘small’ in Welsh, with Lionel as a second name, which means ‘little lion’.

I was a wreck. He looked just like Theodore. We spent 36 hours with him in hospital before we left, it would never feel right to leave him but the longer we stayed, the harder it would be.

I was utterly heartbroken, crying, numb. We held his funeral on March 15. I felt so empty, physically, mentally. My arms, everything was empty.

Searching for answers

I’d heard about the Tommy's Rainbow Clinic at St Mary’s so asked my GP to refer me. We met Professor Alex Heazell soon after to discuss pre-conception advice.

I have no words to explain what that meeting meant to us, he instantly put us at ease, put our minds at rest about so many things.

He explained that Vaughn’s anomaly was a 1 in 8000 occurrence, there was no reason it would happen again. He said that, when I fell pregnant, we could come to the Rainbow Clinic, for parents pregnant again after a stillbirth.

Amazingly, I fell pregnant the next week. We had a scan at six weeks where we saw a heartbeat, then our first appointment with Professor Heazell at 11 weeks. Professor Heazell had suggested daily aspirin and prescribed progesterone pessaries up until 12 weeks.

We also had extra scans and went to the Rainbow Clinic regularly.

I was a complete mess. That kind of support is so needed

I booked to deliver the baby at St Mary’s because it had become familiar, comforting. I was so nervous, a complete mess and my mind raced with anxiety. Professor Heazell, the bereavement midwives, everyone at the clinic were amazing, just an essential support in helping me get through such a difficult time.

Just before Christmas I had a wobble and booked an induction for 38 weeks. The Tommy’s team totally understood how I was feeling. I lost some water at 35 weeks, was admitted but everything was okay. Then at 37 weeks I had a sweep. Another sweep a few days later and my waters broke at 1.45am.

Albert was born at St Mary’s at 3.56am. He’s now 8 months old and we still can’t believe he’s here.I couldn’t have got through my pregnancy without the Rainbow Clinic.

We feel so lucky that we’ve had that support, that reassurance. I can’t believe every family who has been through loss doesn’t get that support because, my word, it’s so needed.

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