Story of #miscourage by Ashleigh,
Being a first time mum when I found out I was pregnant I was scared to the bone.
The feeing of worry of things going wrong just drowned me.
I paid for a private scan at around 8 weeks just to put my mind at rest. To see my little nugget on the screen was really surreal and to hear the heart beat was the best sound. At that point we found out that I was due 20/09/17 which was brilliant because that’s was my partners birthday.
Fast forward to 18 weeks, everything was normal and pregnancy was going well.
When one night I had the most awful pain in my chest, my mum said it was probably heartburn or indigestion something I had never had before.
However the next day I got worst, I was being sick and the pain had moved to my right side and it felt like it was bruised. My mum and 2 friends forced me to go to a&e where I went and they suspected an infection.
I had blood tests where my infection level was really high.
They organised a scan for the next day to check my kidneys etc. There is where I saw my baby for the last time before meeting him or her.
After my scan I was told they suspected appendicitis and I needed surgery to investigate. I refused. I didn’t want to risk my baby’s life. I was then told that I really needed this surgery or we were both at risk. I was informed of all the risks and signed the consent form. I remember waking up in recovery shouting my baby my baby.
And I was told my baby was fine! Huge relief!
The following day I was discharged and went home. I was in a lot of pain but was so relived my baby was OK. A week or so later I had some horrible discharge (snot like) I was convinced it was my mucus plug so I went straight to the hospital, where I was examined and was told I had thrush and was discharged with a pessary.
I had just started to feel movements and on May 1st the movements reduced, I just put it down to early days. Early hours of 2nd May I woke up needing a wee, I went to the toilet and I had this uncontrollable liquid coming out of me. I rang the hospital and they told me to come in straight away. Nothing could prepared me for what happened next.
At 19 weeks 6 days you don’t think your going to be told that your waters have broken and the prognosis is not good.
My whole world shattered and I just blacked out. I was left waiting for my labour to start naturally but this was taken out of my hands due to me getting sepsis so I had to terminate. Then at 10:15am on Wednesday 3rd May our little angel Aria Susan Davies was born.
I couldn’t face seeing her straight away as I was scared what she would look like so the midwife took photos of her for me.
I had to go into surgery to remove my placenta and didn’t meet my baby girl until the following morning and I could not believe how perfect she was, 10 tiny fingers and 10 tiny toes.
There is not a day where I don’t think about how different my life would be. But I am blessed to have had her for such a short time and I now have the most perfect guardian angel who I call my daughter.
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