I don't really know where to start as it has been 3 years on Wednesday now since my husband and I experienced a day we will never forget. I guess it has taken me time to deal with what happened but today looking up misdiagnosed miscarriages I came across this site and I thought 'I want to tell my story now, and give strength to others in similar situations'.
My husband and I had been trying for a family for nearly a year when we found out that there were problems for both of us. We were just starting to take our first steps to getting help when we found out I was pregnant. I was still bleeding lightly so I had an early scan at 6 weeks which showed a healthy sack. I continued to bleed and at about 10 weeks I was in hospital over night waiting for a scan. Fortunately all was ok but I was put on bed rest.
Then came that day, 29 January 2011. I had experienced some cramping which was very uncomfortable and bloating all night. That morning I felt the urge to go to the toilet so I rushed off thinking I will be back to cuddle up to my hubby and watch tv again in a minute, so no need to hold it in. However when I went to the toilet I noticed gushing bright red blood. Luckily we were with family who called for an ambulance and I was rushed to hospital. I didn't feel pain but the fear took over and I said I was in slight pain so I could be rushed quicker, I was praying over and over to save our child. At the hospital I was put behind a curtain and told to sit on a commode where I passed a very large clot. As there was no pain I tried to remain positive but something felt wrong passing what I did. Straight away the nurse in A&E moved me to a private room and proceeded to tell me I had passed 'the product'. That word alone an unkind and cold way to approach a mum loosing her first child. Family could hear me wail through the rooms, my husband was in shock. I blamed myself as I was handed details of a grieving counsellor and details on a 'funeral'. It was a Saturday and the nurse said they think there may be some 'things' left inside but they have no staff in on weekends to work the scanning equipment and after tiring up book an appointment I was told I would need to wait nearly a week to be scanned. I pleaded for the hospital to let my husband stay with me and they put me on a ward with elderly people with dementia symptoms. I spent the night listening to an old lady screaming while inside was silent. I told my husband I wasn't going to wait a week to know what went wrong and after 3 days of crying in bed not talking as we grieved, our parents paid for us to go privately. I remember thinking I was still a mum but also trying to listen to my husband try to reassure me that it wasn't my fault I miscarried. It was a Tuesday and I remember walking into the room telling the private dr I had lost my baby and the hospital said I needed a D&C but I refused any internal examinations until I was scanned. As he laid me down my husband sat on the sofa next to me holding my hand and within less than 30 seconds we heard our babies heartbeat and saw them forming healthily in my womb. We cried and cried and the family who first heard I was pregnant with sad news were suddenly being told the hospital had made a mistake.
We complained but the hospital tried to basically blame my hormonal state as me misunderstanding. Problem was the nurse told my family too. Yet they still wouldn't apologise like they should.
I moved hospital and was looked after amazingly. I continued to bleed to 20 weeks. I stayed on bed rest and our gorgeous daughter was born 16 August 2011. Her middle name is Milagro which means Miracle, and she is our miracle girl surviving what drs even thought was an impossible pregnancy
I know that pregnancies can end in miscarriage and that is one reason we haven't had more children, however I am also here to say that there is hope and believing in mothers instinct and having faith can prove to be a real miracle.