JustMeAndMyMind
Learning
OK, so this is scaring the hell out of me even just writing this, but I'm hoping writing it down will help with 1, my own fear of judgement and 2, be at least part of processing the trauma. I've tried to write this here a million times and keep deleting it.
I'll apologise now because this is epically long.
Our beautiful miracle baby died. I suffered a huge placental abruption and she was born a few weeks too early to be saved. I had to have emergency surgery after. She was our miracle because we'd tried for a very long time, and lost several babies along the way.
The hospital staff, well let's just say no one should ever be treated that way. Initially ignored and assumed I was an over reactive mother but i knew something was very wrong and went to the emergency room. I've never felt so humiliated, ashamed or violated in my life. To this day certain phrases or physical actions make me feel physically sick. My parter in total shock was basically pushed aside like he wasn't important. They tried to get me out of hospital not long after surgery, before I'd even been allowed to see or hold my baby girl. The chaplain was our saving grace, and we're not even particularly religious. He was kind, caring, and understood our grief.
I made a complaint against the hospital on the advice of our doctor. They hid behind red tape and pushed everything under the carpet. "We're sorry you feel that way. we'll try to do better"
Fertility Initially counsellor told me and my partner I'd become "a basket case" if I didn't find something to do. This was maybe 4wks after she'd died. If my partner wasn't there I swear no one would have ever believed me.
Next round of treatment was different drugs, and was hideous to say the least. Yes I got pregnant, and lost the baby the same day of the pregnancy test.
There is very little hope of another baby for us at all for various reasons now.
We've faced A LOT of incompetence, and a huge amount of judgement for not being silent and not "getting over it".
I can't even begin to say how badly I still and will forever miss my girl, and the little babies we never got to meet, as does my partner. It's another one of those you only know if you know kinda situations. I have a lot of support from a baby loss organisation in the UK, but most don't understand ptsd. Those I've spoken with about ptsd don't understand the loss of a child. In both cases, I'm grateful they don't, but boy is it lonely over here.
Grief counselling was very helpful, but I had no idea I was experiencing ptsd for many years.
So that's my verion of hell.
Ffs I feel sick even posting this. I know we're not allowed trigger warnings, and fully understand why, but if this is upsetting to anyone I'm truly sorry and sending you all our love and support.
I'll apologise now because this is epically long.
Our beautiful miracle baby died. I suffered a huge placental abruption and she was born a few weeks too early to be saved. I had to have emergency surgery after. She was our miracle because we'd tried for a very long time, and lost several babies along the way.
The hospital staff, well let's just say no one should ever be treated that way. Initially ignored and assumed I was an over reactive mother but i knew something was very wrong and went to the emergency room. I've never felt so humiliated, ashamed or violated in my life. To this day certain phrases or physical actions make me feel physically sick. My parter in total shock was basically pushed aside like he wasn't important. They tried to get me out of hospital not long after surgery, before I'd even been allowed to see or hold my baby girl. The chaplain was our saving grace, and we're not even particularly religious. He was kind, caring, and understood our grief.
I made a complaint against the hospital on the advice of our doctor. They hid behind red tape and pushed everything under the carpet. "We're sorry you feel that way. we'll try to do better"
Fertility Initially counsellor told me and my partner I'd become "a basket case" if I didn't find something to do. This was maybe 4wks after she'd died. If my partner wasn't there I swear no one would have ever believed me.
Next round of treatment was different drugs, and was hideous to say the least. Yes I got pregnant, and lost the baby the same day of the pregnancy test.
There is very little hope of another baby for us at all for various reasons now.
We've faced A LOT of incompetence, and a huge amount of judgement for not being silent and not "getting over it".
I can't even begin to say how badly I still and will forever miss my girl, and the little babies we never got to meet, as does my partner. It's another one of those you only know if you know kinda situations. I have a lot of support from a baby loss organisation in the UK, but most don't understand ptsd. Those I've spoken with about ptsd don't understand the loss of a child. In both cases, I'm grateful they don't, but boy is it lonely over here.
Grief counselling was very helpful, but I had no idea I was experiencing ptsd for many years.
So that's my verion of hell.
Ffs I feel sick even posting this. I know we're not allowed trigger warnings, and fully understand why, but if this is upsetting to anyone I'm truly sorry and sending you all our love and support.