The first time round, at five weeks pregnant my symptoms were in overdrive and my boyfriend and I rushed to tell our parents and siblings. They (predictably) were completely supportive. Ecstatic and embraced the news. In fact, my mom wasted no time in buying clothes for the baby that I’ve kept until this day.
Sadly, there was to be no baby. The first scan showed a low heartbeat at 6 weeks and a scan a few days later showed that the foetus had died. Continue reading
I decided to start this blog on a whim. I’m a conscious bottler of emotions. I rarely share my personal experiences with those around me as I hate to feel that I’m burdening others with the path that I’m following.
The first time that I miscarried, I struggled to lean on anybody around me. My boyfriend made the call to my mom when we found out that there was no heartbeat and he didn’t know what to do. My behaviour scared him as the fact is, I rallied around like normal. My mom drove straight to my house and stayed whilst I slowly loosened the restraint and allowed myself to be… human. Continue reading