Our First Two Lines

Our first two lines came in November 2015. I had a week booked off work around my 28th Birthday. We had plans to go away with friends the weekend after my birthday & my Mum treated me to a visit to the Harry Potter StudioTour the weekend before (Ravenclaw incase you were wondering. Mums a Hufflepuff). I’d been feeling generally leisurely and napping my afternoons away. With our friends I drank far too much wine & had an incredible time. The hangover felt like it lasted for days. Now as I’ve gotten older and moved to decent red wine being the drink of choice, my hangovers have gotten much worse but this was something else. I took a pregnancy test when I couldn’t brush my teeth. It was a Thursday at about 6am, my husband was at work and the immediate feeling of joy was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

From the moment I saw two lines, I felt my heart grow. Like it was getting all the room it needed to burst. I imagined little hands & feet, my husband singing lullabies, evenings sharing my favourite books, whose words would drift off into dreamland with my child. I imagined cuddles, kisses & a lifetime of memories. What I didn’t imagine was a pause button, followed swiftly by a stop. Then my world standing still.

I continued to feel terrible but I wasn’t physically sick. I read up on all the “right” things to do, took my vitamins. We told our families – purely because I can’t keep anything from my parents & I looked like something from a horror film & they worry. We had our booking appointment with the midwife on Christmas Eve & discussed a previous chemical pregnancy, the fact I was overweight and my increased risks due to family history. We were beyond excited & it all started to feel real with a twelve week scan booked for January. Christmas for me was happily alcohol, gorgeous cheese, pate and shellfish free. The day after Boxing Day, it all started to fall apart. I started spotting & I knew it wasn’t normal. The EPU wouldn’t see me unless the sporting got worse & my GP couldn’t help. We had to wait. Just a few days later the spotting hadn’t stopped, or slowed. It was getting worse, more red and I was starting to get twinges of discomfort. The EPU agree to see us for a scan. I drove to the EPU (oh so kindly part of the women’s and newborn unit of a hospital, just go make the process more bluntly painful) in a daze. The scan showed the lack of development (the words not viable were used) but the unit couldn’t make a call on the development-or lack of for at least a week so they sent me home where we thought about our options, read countless facts about reoccurring miscarriage and trying again. We also had to have those horrific conversations with our loved ones about the impending loss and watch faces fall, hear voices crack & feel their hearts breaking for them and for us.

On Sunday 10th January, just hours before my repeat appointment nature made the decision for us. We’d been for Sunday lunch at my parents & had just gotten home and settled. Suddenly i felt as though something was wrong & ran upstairs. Moments later I understood why people who had previously miscarried had repeatedly told me to make sure I stayed close to home. It was beyond what I’d imagined. Just over an hour later called the EPU who were closed so then called 111 as I was concerned by the volume of blood I was losing. Two ambulances, two hospitals, various observations, internal examinations, a plasma drip due to the haemorrhaging, a sleepless night & a final scan confirmed what we already knew – the “pregnancy matter” had been “expelled” by my body.  The hospital staff were sensitive, kind and full of apologies and we were sent home with some pain relief.

I was left with residual bleeding, was advised to wait 4-6 weeks for my cycle to return to normal at which point we could try again.

As I’ve said, the staff at the EPU & the paramedics were sensitive and very kind however the process of self referral, first scan and then the agonising wait with little detail on what to expect was the most anxiety inducing part of the process. How busy the department was stunned me. Statistics read as they do – 1 in 4 pregnancies end with a couple not having a baby to take home and yet people don’t talk about it. As I sat in the EPU waiting for my final scan to confirm the miscarriage was complete, surrounded by people who will likely suffer in silence struck me as being fundamentally wrong – hell we couldn’t even make eye contact with each other, what were the chances of us managing to find the words to speak to people about it?

Miscarriage is all to often unspoken. A social taboo which results in isolation and loneliness for those who encounter it. 15-20% of all pregnancies end in miscarriage, many before the elusive “safe” 12 week scan date.

I was lucky, my husband was incredible, my parents as usual were pillars of strength – having suffered multiple miscarriages themselves they were invaluable . The wider support we received from loved ones was beyond words & despite all this the loneliness was desperate & bleak. We were dealing with as a couple and in a wider sense our families were dealing with it  too. Queries of “oh, when are you going to give your parents a grandchild?” “No babies from them yet?” were commonplace. Whilst plastering on a fake smile and saying “yes, someday” made me realise that I’ll never ask people about their plans (or lack of) for a family as you never know what people are dealing with.

I’m under no illusion that without the brutal honesty of my parents & others close to me who suffered losses of their own in years gone by that the isolation we felt would have been so desperate that I’d have sunk much further than I did – which is precisely the reason I’m talking about it. Not because I want sympathy (in fact the head tilts were unwanted) but because why the hell do we not?

Why are those couples who avoided each other’s & my gaze in the waiting room of the EPU not able to talk about it. Facebook news feeds and Instagram and the newspapers are full of scan photographs, pregnancy announcements and bump photos but save for one day a year when very brave women may share they light a candle to remember a loss, they remain silent. Nobody wants to share bad news but people should feel like they aren’t alone. Surely that’s more important? Nobody suffering a loss should feel that silence breeds silence and therefore suffer quietly. There’s also a feeling that people who are pregnant wouldn’t be able to enjoy their own pregnancies, upon finding out about a friend/family member/acquaintance’s loss – which is absolutely not the case. The truth of the matter is that pregnancy is a wonderful blessing and that no loss gives anyone the right to diminish joy. Miscarriage prior to twelve weeks is more often than not, bad luck. The roll of a dice. A single occurrence of miscarriage doesn’t increase the odds of a repeat. Despite this, those who suffer loss wind up doing so in silence. Trawling the Internet for forums and posts from other people expressing their grief, their guilt, sharing their stories. Pulling facts from the miscarriage association website at 3am when they can’t sleep, or when they are in the bathroom trying to hide tears from their partner. At least that’s what I spent a week doing.

Nobody should feel that their love should stop just because those two lines didn’t lead them to the ending they imagined shortly after they appeared on a stick.

3 thoughts on “Our First Two Lines

  1. Ln says:

    Speaks volumes to me thank you so much for your beautiful and honest blog. We’ve just had our third set of two lines. Our first a healthy full term pregnancy, the second a miscarriage at 6 weeks and now our third very faint two lines. My anxiety is crippling.


  2. Sarah says:

    This could not be closer to an account of my own miscarriage last month.. every word feels as though I was writing it.. down to the very last sentences. Comforting to know I’m not alone and there is hope.


  3. DeeTee says:

    Thank you for writing this. It is comforting to know that I am not alone. It has been a tough week for me. I started bleeding 4 days ago and then really heavily last night and this morning. I went to the EPU earlier this week and they said the pregnancy was not as far along as they would have expected so I am going in again next week. A visit to the GP this morning confirmed that I was having a miscarriage. I had been on “Pause” all week but it is a “Stop” now. I feel completely numb. And I can’t talk to anyone about it, because no-one talks about it…..


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