W
We’re another two weeks into the pregnancy, Paisley had recovered from the hand, foot and mouth, her condition is under control now that we have the right stuff to treat her, I had managed to avoid getting a tempature! All in all things were looking good! We were so excited about the baby, we named the bump Boris, we kept talking about him Infront of the kids, luckily they thought it was someone we know and not our bump name. I had a massive wobble the night before our 6week scan, I told Nathan not to bother coming to the scan, I said they would’t find anything anyway. I don’t know what it was but something just didn’t feel right! My boobs didn’t hurt – I’m sure they hurt at my 6week scans with the girls! I told a friend about the baby, I told her things felt different and I’m scared, she thought the baby was a boy and that’s why it felt different and that I was panicking because the two I lost before the girls. It was a difficult year last year, my eldest should have been 16 on the day we turned 12 weeks and it was 10 years ago that year that I lost the ectopic pregnancy. That thrown in with my poor mental health during my pregnancy with Paisley and all the extra pregnancy hormones = I was a massive scared mess! Anyway we went to our scan feeling calmer than I had the night before, they asked the usual questions, about my previous pregnancies, they asked how the ectopic was treated, I responded “like cancer” and broke down into tears! I gathered myself and got on the bed, the lady was so kind, she told us straight away that the baby was ok and in my womb! I cried again, I was so relieved. She turned the screen and talked us through the scan, we were measuring a bit earlier than we thought we were but that didn’t count at the early scans so we didn’t bother ourselves with it. Then she told us there was a slight abnormality with the shape of the sac, it might be nothing but they needed us to come back in two weeks to check how the baby’s growing and that if I experienced and bleeding I was to go straight in. The baby’s sac was irregular and that may have caused problems meaning the baby wouldn’t grow and we would lose it. We booked our appointment for two weeks time and were told to make a midwife appointment so they could start supporting me with my mental health.
I didn’t take it all in at the time, I went home and had a google and read loads of stories about irregular sacs becoming regular and also lots of stories about it ending in miscarriage! I felt surprisingly calm about it, I have always been told that the sicker you feel during pregnancy, the healthier the baby and my goodness did I feel sick! Trying to hide this pregnancy from the girls was proving very difficult already. I wasn’t going to panic, the baby was in my womb and had a heartbeat…… Or at least that’s what I told myself.
Nayely Adelpha Foundation 