So I’ve been a bit quiet on here but I need to let this out somewhere and thought this is the best place.
So we had our third cycle of ICSI and had 3 embryos, 2 frozen and 1 transferred, and it worked. Straight away, first one again.
Christmas Day we told our now 5 year old he was going to be a big brother (I was exactly 10 weeks) and he was so excited, just what he had wished for.
14 weeks in I had a heavy bleed, 111 advised to go to a&e, lots of tests done, no issues found, cervix still in tact so emergency scan booked for a few days time. Went to scan, all ok, baby measured where it should, placenta fine, no clots or clusters in there, all ok.
The bleeding had continued on and off some fresh, some old, staying positive, was told it was my body trying to get rid of something but not sure what.
10 days later I had really bad cramping on the evening, came in waves, lasted a few hours, I took some paracetamol and had a load of water and the cramping stopped. Phoned gynaecologist next morning and told an emergency scan was booked for 2 days time so I asked if someone could check me over which they agreed to. (This was my first day back in work since this latest lockdown started). Gynea took bloods, urine, (showed her what was there in wiping as still had blood) checked my stomach and cervix, all ok, wait for the scan again.
As I drove back to work the cramps started again, only mild and only a few seconds at a time. After 2 hours they were a bit stronger so took some paracetamol again. An hour later the pain had not subsided, if anything it was worse so I rang gynea again, nothing they could do apart from what they had done earlier, just try and rest and wait for the scan.
I managed to wait it out another hour at work until hometime then drive home with these horrible cramps, messaged my husband on the way to get a hot water bottle ready for me so I went straight in grabbed the bottle and put my PJ’s on. I managed to get into a more comfortable position to ride out the cramps and they continued a little while longer, until I felt a pop and then a gush.
The pain had stopped so it was one of 2 things, the gush was blood or it was my waters, I went to the toilet, my pad was wet through tinged with red so was still a bit confused as the pain had stopped. So I decided I’ll change my pad and see what happens, just as I was sorting that a huge pain came so I ran to the toilet and there was a tiny leg and foot. My heart sank.
I shouted my husband and obviously the inquisitive 5 year old also came and wanted to see what was happening but managed to make some noise to tell my husband to keep him away and then what was happening, phoned my dad to get AJ and the onto 111. At first they wanted my husband to take me to a&e but I refused to move, while on the phone the rest of the baby was born so again they wanted my husband to take me but the placenta was still attached. After half an hour the were sending an ambulance which then took another half an hour to arrive.
The teams were amazing, ambulance crew told me it was a boy and we’re so dignified in how they handled it all. Got into a&e where midwives were waiting and a gynaecologist (the one who checked me over no the first night we went in) and they helped me deliver the placenta (the contractions for this started just as the ambulance crew had transferred me onto the chair to get me downstairs and we’re so much worse than the ones I’d had all day and with the baby and only had gas & air for this part).
Everything after that was a bit of a whirlwind. We had to decide on the funeral, if we wanted a memorial box and then they were struggling to get me a bed to stay overnight for observations. Although I was earlier than they usually accept I was eventually taken to the maternity ward in a little room by myself that had all the facilities needed (own toilet, kettle etc). Was checked over, we’d decided to have a memory box and his hand & foot prints taken and the next morning I decided I wanted some photos just incase we ever decided in the future we might want them and I also decided I wanted to see him.
He looked just like his dad. He was perfect. Just far too tiny. We hadn’t decided on a name but during that night (I didn’t exactly get any sleep) I decided on one that we had thrown around which was Teddy, as in the memory box there were 2 little teddies, one that went with him and one that we keep, and it also had a couple of links to family names.
So Teddy David Major was born approximately 17:45pm on 1st Feb 2021 at 15+3 gestation.