I lost my baby when I was 12 weeks and 1 day pregnant. Sadly it was the day after I had told everyone. I blame myself everyday because two days before it happened I begged my doctor for travel sickness tablets because I kept being sick in buses and cars.
After I took one, I started bleeding on the Thursday. I phoned my midwife she said it was normal and not to worry. I didn't believe her. Doctors kept saying the bleeding was normal and not to worry and wouldn't see me.
I lost my baby on the Saturday. I was taken to St. John's Hospital but was told they couldn't scan me until the following Tuesday. I don't know why. I felt there was so much they could have done that they didn't and why they couldn't scan me until the Tuesday baffled me.
I had to stay in hospital. I lost so much blood that I had fainted. They had to put me on a drip and gave me iron tablets everyday.
On the Tuesday I had the scan. They confirmed what I already knew - that I had no baby inside me. I didn't know my babies gender so I choose the unisex name Taryn for my baby. I have a memorial garden for Taryn. I miss my baby every day, and never a day goes by where I don't think of Taryn.
When my baby's heart stopped beating, so did mine.
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