I was always so smug about pregnancy. I used to tell people that pregnancy was fine. That was the easy bit! It was the birth that I couldn’t deal with. The ending was where I failed. The rest, I sailed through. And then I got hit with a HG pregnancy, and all of a sudden everything I knew about carrying a baby in my belly was wrong. The travel sickness bands, the ginger crackers, the ice cold water. None of it worked. All of it mocked me. Ridiculed me. Kicked me into the dust, pointed a finger and laughed at me. Nothing worked. Instead, tablets. Strong, scary sounding medicine to put a stamp on a pregnancy so unlike any other.
I’ve asked so many doctors why I would experience HG in one pregnancy and not in three previous pregnancies. Same father, same lifestyle. There are no answers. Like so much when it comes to HG, more research is needed and too many answers are missing. But what I do know is this: a HG pregnancy is hard. (more…)
It’s been an amazing year. Despite the crushing lows there have been dizzying highs. Despite the sleepless nights that seem to drag my spirit along the ground. Despite the hospital appointments and stressful workload. Despite this, its been amazing. Because this year I found my voice, and I decided to make it count.
This year I made it to the finals of two different blogging awards. I made as a finalist in the Inspire category of the BIBs2015 and as a finalist in the Best Pregnancy category in the MADs2015. At the latter, I also made it to the finals of the Outstanding Contribution category, and for this honour I was given a trophy to take home. Amazing. And last night I received an email that actually blew me away. I’ve been long listed in the Seraphine Mum’s Voice award at the Tommy’s Awards. (more…)
Today Tommy’s the baby charity are launching the #MisCOURAGE campaign, intended to break the silence around miscarriage. The charity says,
At Tommy’s, we know miscarriage is heartbreaking, but often misunderstood by those not affected. Last week, we ran a survey about attitudes towards miscarriage, which so far, over 6,000 women have completed. We were so saddened to learn that 78% of women felt like a failure after a miscarriage, 62% of women can’t talk to their best friend about their miscarriage, while 35% can’t talk to their baby’s father. We also found it shocking that only 5% of women felt they could talk to their boss.
That’s thousands of women left unable to seek support from those closest to them at an incredibly difficult time in their lives. Please continue to support them and us by speaking up about miscarriage.
The charity has also launchd this very moving video today, to support the campaign and to urge other women to break the silence and to share their stories too.
Can you share your story? Can you donate to fund vital research? (more…)
Yesterday I went to the city to attend an NHS Maternity Review listening event, facilitated by Bliss, for parents who experienced complications in pregnancy, labour or birth affecting the health of mother or baby, including admission to neonatal care. Yesterday, someone listened to me.
I have always said that I can write it better than I can say it, but I knew that if I did not attend yesterday I would regret it. I knew that if there were going to be many more women like me, treading a path like mine, on a journey like mine, I needed to make sure I did what I could to make that journey a little easier. I knew that I was in good company. With Emma and Helen by my side, I spoke out about my experiences.
About the way that my second birth was managed. The cancelled surgery, with no explanations. The lack of midwives on the labour ward that led to being left alone for hours, in pain and fear. The lack of suitable equipment in my delivery room, including blinds on the windows so that workmen outside were able to see in. The lack of compassion. The doctor who refused to believe I was in labour. Decisions made over my head. My husband left in an empty delivery room as I was taken to theatre. Consent forms signed after the event. My husband being sent home, ripped away from the wife and baby that only hours previously he had believed to be dead. Being discharged from hospital with no pain relief, bruised from neck to knees. Being on my knees desperate, frightened, and alone with no health professionals able or willing to help me. (more…)