I don't really know where to begin or how to write this, I'm not crying at the moment, I think all my tears have dried out my eyes. I've had a miscarriage at 10weeks, it's been a roller coaster weekend involving ambulances a&e and numerous blood samples - that's not to mention the more invasive procedures.
I tried to reassure myself everything would be ok although within 24hrs of the bleeding starting my pregnancy symptoms had begun to fade all the medical staff I saw over the weekend were great and reassuring. Sadly the inevitable happened yesterday, and was confirmed today.
The miscarriage itself was horrific, and stupidly I thought I'd be ok home alone. I had no idea that I'd have contractions which caused me to be doubled over in pain and i had to call mr g in great distress sobbing incoherently down the phone, another trip to a&e. Then a trip to EPAU today to be told I had miscarried. Everyone has been so very kind. I have to go back for extra bloods on Thursday just to ensure its not ectopic. Physically I still ache, but the worst part for me is dealing with the horror of the things I've seen the last few days.
I keep being asked how I feel, honestly I just feel fragile.