The Goodbye Journey - long post and maybe tmi for some...

The Goodbye Journey...

When I saw the two lines on the test I didn’t feel the same thrill of excitement. I didn’t dream of a life that was to be. This was unusual for me. I put it down to the death of your sister 7 months before. I no longer was one of the “it won’t happen to me’s”. I was one...

I changed obstetricians. Only because I wanted a new experience. I didn’t want to lay on the same table under the same ultra sound scanner as I had when I learned of the death of my last baby. Foetal demise. No reason. Just unlucky... James had been beautiful with me. Supportive and oh so empathetic and caring. I just needed a new face and a new chapter.

George was recommended to me. I liked him instantly. He showed compassion and understanding. I liked his sense of humour and ‘humanness’. A scan at 6weeks and 2 days showed a viable pregnancy. Heart beating away. The heart beat on the screen didn’t melt my heart. I just dropped tears of relief. For another day I had hope...

I felt an immense sense of anxiety that I analysed as being fear of a repeat miscarriage. Deep down I knew it was more. It was all encompassing. Exhausting. Weekly visits to George and weekly ultrasounds didn’t allay my fears. I remember George telling me at 10 weeks – ‘this is looking good’. ‘We have no reason to expect anything but a good outcome’. ‘Your baby is alive and looking good’. "For now". I said, it could die by the time I walk out the door’...
I am sure George thought me bizarre, morbid. It was a knowing I had. I can’t explain. I just knew I would never meet my baby alive...

Nuchal scan went so well. I was so afraid of Frank telling me my baby was dead. But no! Our baby looked well and healthy. Measurements good. Very low risk of chromosomal abnormality. “Relax Deb.” “Begin to enjoy this pregnancy.” I’ll see you in 6 weeks at your morphology scan. His words still ring in my ears – “The chance of the same thing happening twice at the same time are about 1 in a million”. So, that’s me. One in a million!

Off to see George at 13 weeks – the last time I saw my baby. Heart beating reassuringly. All is good. The chance of anything going wrong now are only about 2 per cent. Somehow that just doesn’t seem to make me feel good. We still haven’t told our other children or the big wide world of our baby growing inside.... George is off on holidays, I see my gorgeous midwife Lynne. Baby’s doing well, growing, heartbeating so well...

13weeks and 6 days Lynne listens to the sound of my baby’s heartbeating. First try on the doppler, no hunting around. Loud and reassuring. Still I don’t feel comfortable telling the other children. “On Friday Lynne after we’ve heard it again...” I felt so incredibly anxious that week...

Friday, on goes the gel and the doppler. Nothing. I know. He’s gone... “Just let me have a little hunt”... Still nothing. Just the loud boom of my heart beating. My heart beating alone... Off to see Ted for an ultrasound. I am glad George is away. At least he only deals with live babies...

Still there is a glimmer of hope that there is a heart beating in there. I don’t want to get up on that bed. While I don’t have an ultrasound I can still hope even just a little... I tell Ted I don’t want to see the screen. He asks why. “Because I don’t want to see another dead baby on a screen”. “Oh I am sure you will see a nice heart beating there soon and be eager to look.” “ I know my baby is dead”...

I look at those kitchy Anne Geddes pictures on the wall – for some reason those photos make me feel angry – I remember James #1 had them on his wall too. I find a spot on the wall that I can focus on. “Why the hell doesn’t he invest in some real life photography?”

The silence is deafening. "I am sorry Debbie there is no heart beat". Your baby has died. “Why” I croaked. My voice sounded reptilian. "Often it’s just one of those things...”. I looked at this grey haired man and thought that I couldn’t quite believe such a stupid statement would come from his mouth. “Just two of those things”. I said but clearly he didn’t understand. “Now, from here you can wait for your uterus to shrink as your baby degenerates or you can have labour induced.”
It sounded like he was arranging a trip to a footy match, or to the local shopping centre. “Take some time to make your decision”...

I wanted to birth my baby. I wanted to get out of that room. Away from the machine that told me my baby was dead. Ted didn’t even touch me. I wanted George or James. I wanted a human, feeling, touching doctor who understood...

I stumbled from his room into a waiting room full of women with bulging bellies. All of them benignly flicking through outdated magazines. I smiled brightly at a woman who made eye contact. I didn’t want her to know. I wanted her to go on believing that bulging bellies mean live healthy babies....

I carried my angel daughter for 2 weeks without knowing she was dead. I didn’t want this little baby inside me breaking down. Degenerating. I wanted to birth him. I wanted to go through a process. Birth was something I could do for him. For me. It seemed important to complete the cycle.

Chris’s face was shocked. He was incredulous this could happen again. I was calm. I knew this was going to be the outcome. We held each other but I couldnt ‘be’with him. This was a journey I had to complete on my own. This didn’t feel like it was about him. It was about me and this baby we had made. I know and understand that pregnancy just doesn’t seem real for him until there is a kicking moving bump. I know the whole concept of the death of this living thing inside me was a little hard to grasp. Our babies didn’t used to do this. Our babies grew as they should. I pushed them out just as my body intended. We held them all wet and gooey. They all cried boistrous loud cries. Together we cried releived, grateful happy tears. My babies used to be safe in my womb...

I just needed Chris to be there for the kids. I didn’t want or need him there for me. Chris has always been so ‘there’ and so supportive during our childrens labours. They have been joyous beautiful bonding occassions. This was different. I knew it was way outside of Chris’s comfort zone. I didn’t want to drag him through this process. I wanted to save him from seeing my anguish. I knew that it would be something that would scar him. I didn’t want that for him. I wanted him to remember that I could birth live babies. I didn’t want him to hold the memory of the birth of a dead child. I knew that he wanted to be there for me and he looked confused that I didn’t need him. We always lean on each other he and I. We do that well. We support and love and nurture each other. This time though I needed to do this without him. I needed to complete this journey alone. I am still not sure why but it was the right choice for me... It was the right choice for all of us...

James # 2 was on call for the weekend. Kind, gentle and peaceful. Melanie was the midwife that evening. Sympathetic and reassuring. I had cramps. I think my body knew I had to give my baby up. Melanie and I talked and I felt blessed to have this kind woman to begin my goodbye journey with. I asked for sleeping tablets. I just needed to sleep. I knew the next day would be a long one...

Zoe came on night duty. She had the most beautiful voice. The cramping continued. She reassured me that she would be there with me to help me birth my baby if that was what would be that night. We talked, she talked of her life and her travels. She was a beautiful soft gentle woman... I slept fitfully.

Saturday the 11th of March and I had to fast. In case I had to go to theatre. I ate breakfast. It felt like I was swallowing cardboard... James #2 requested a repeat ultrasound as he didnt’ feel comfortable inducing labour when he had no written report to confirm that the baby had in fact died. That ultrasound was like torture. There was a piece of me that held hope that it had all been a mistake and that my baby’s heart had started beating... Maryanne my midwife for the day, so small and so earthy. So very much what I needed that day.
I had asked her to be my eyes. She looked for me. I didn’t want to see another dead baby on a screen. Yes Deb, your baby has died... Foetal demise...

James came and the first pessary of Cervagem was pushed up onto my tightly closed cervix at 9.45am. To be repeated every 3 hours for up to 5 applications until my baby was born...
The second one was put against my still tight cervix. Hot packs were more for comfort than for pain. I felt cold. Maryanne and I talked about life, the Universe and everything. Soon it was time for her to go. We hugged and I hoped that we would share more time together in aother time...

Then came Julie. Her eyes were warm, she sat with me. Rarely leaving. She sensed I didn’t want to do this alone. I was afraid of being alone when my baby was born. I was afraid of being horified at the sight of my own child. I knew he would be tiny. He wouldn’t look like a fully formed baby. I had seen babies of this gestation. I didn’t know how I would cope with seeing my own baby. This was different. I needed some woman energy to experience this birth with. We talked, we hugged. I cried some. She got my chart and read to me the birth notes of the birth of my last daughter Eva. I laughed and smiled at the memories. I heard babies cry down the hall. She gave me a little rug, a momento. The hot pack was wrapped in it. The only tangible thing I have left of my baby. The only real thing left to remind me of this night...

The cramps were very manageable. I guess like severe period pain. I have never found the pain of labour to be unbearable until right before the pushing stage. This was different. The pain only had the purpose of delivering to me my dead child. There wasn’t a lot to be welcoming of. I had 50mgs of Pethidine, not for the pain but more to dull the reality. I was tired. Oh so tired...
I began to lose blood. It seemed like a lot. We changed position from the bed to the loo. This we did each hour or maybe less. The pot in the toilet caught the blood and clots. Each gush I thought may be my baby. But no. Julie put the fifth and last pessary up against my cervix. “It’s softer now.” “It won’t be long now sweetie...” It was time for her to go home. Her part of the journey with me was over. We hugged, goodbye...

Lynne #2 came. Gorgeous English voice. She sat by my bed. The cramps were still very bearable. Very uncomfortable but nothing at all like a full term contraction. I didn’t realise why I was afraid of being alone. Only now is it clear. During the birth of a live baby there is that excitement. The prize at the end. The little body to explore. The face to kiss. This was the unknown. I had been with women who miscarried. I have collected their babies in buckets. This was my baby. This was different. I thought of all the women who have done what I was doing. I felt the oneness that I feel when I birthed my other babies. There is an immense strength in that for me. The oneness that you feel with all the other women that have ever birthed. I felt the oneness with all of the other women who have birthed a Goodbye Baby. A knowing... A wisdom...

I was so thankful for the blessing that was Lynne. The blood continued to gush and the clots fell unceremoniously into the pot in the toilet. I felt like I was releasing something. It was somehow cathartic. Lynne and I thought it may have been placenta. No baby. My body didn’t want to let my baby go... Lynne told me of her journey to live in Australia. Her sons... More hot packs, more gushing... Up to the loo. I felt clammy and cold and ill. All signs of a dilated cervix. I knew this was good but I was scared of what was ahead. I knew that soon I would feel the lump in my vagina. The lump that was my baby... I thought of the births of my other children. There is always candles. Music. Oils. So much anticipation. A name chosen. An outfit warming under the heater. The smiling faces of eager siblings. The gentle firm hands of my beautiful husband ready to catch his child. This baby would have none of that. I said a prayer. That was all I could give him. Did he hear? Did you hear little one?...

Lynne was worried. Blood pressure low. Doctor came. Drip went in. My hands that are usually plump with veins were flat. I didn’t want this drama. I just wanted it to be over... I had lost a fair amount of blood. I knew that. I felt faint. I felt lost. I recognised that feeling – it was to a lesser extent the same feeling I have when I reach transition...

James #2 was called. He had creases on his face from sleeping. More gushing. More clots. “I think the baby is just above your cervix”. I knew what that meant. I knew he would thrust a gloved hand inside my body and pull my baby out. I knew that would mean my baby would not be whole. I couldn’t think of it. I let my mind inch toward the vision and I cried with the thought. This little person, the one I had grown and nurtured so carefully would be tugged from me and broken in the process. I nodded for him to go ahead...

Lynne held me in her arms while James did what he had to do to bring my baby out. It hurt. It hurt my heart. I saw Lynnes eyes. I saw how my eyes had looked. The sympathy. The empathy. She knew. She understood. I knew that after this she could have a cup of tea. I knew that after this nothing would ever be quite the same for me... I wanted to run from what was happening but I forced myself to stay...

I said: “I don’t want to look”. James said – “I am sorry Deb your baby was damaged coming out”- “it’s probably best you don’t”. “It looks like a little boy...” “I am sorry Deb...” He gathered up my baby... I thought of my other babies at home tucked into their beds. I just wanted to hold one of them and touch their perfect faces...

I knew from now on he was no longer my baby but rather “products of conception” a "fresh specimen" for a pathology courier to collect. In a few hours he would be in the path lab. I couldn’t protect him...
I sobbed into the tiny purple rug I had been given...

I felt immense relief. I felt a weight had gone. I looked between my legs and I saw the twirly purple cord. So tiny and so delicate.... I felt a pain in my chest. I said goodbye... It was almost midnight. This birth was my second longest. Lynne gave me a card that said: “Delicate baby boy born March 11, 2006” ...

It wasn’t over. More gushing. The placenta hadn’t come away. “Can you give some pushes?”. Nothing but blood. James wants to take me to theatre but I truly believe if I go under anaesthetic I wont’ wake up. I am jinxed. I am not going anywhere. James looks uncomfortable. I know I am making it hard for him. I feel sorry for him. “I am sorry James, I just can’t...” I have to follow my gut instinct. I don’t want to die. Syntocinon goes up into my drip. Still no placenta. Slowly the blood stops. I shower. I sleep fitfully again. Only sips of water to drink then nothing. “You will need to go to theatre if this placenta isn’t born by morning...” Sleep doesn’t come easy... The cramps continue... I clutch my purple rug...

No placenta and James comes early to plan our trip to theatre. I am sure I won’t awake from it. I know it’s an irrational fear, probably fed by no food for over 24 hours, blood loss, fatigue and grief. The theatre nurse who greets us at the doors to the the operating suite answers when she is told that I am feeling afraid: “Oh you won’t die, it’s too much paperwork”. I remember her from my last D&C - her manner hadn't improved... It is a stark reminder that humour has it’s place and it’s place certainly wasn’t then. I wanted to punch her but I was too weak. There was a kind nurse who stroked my head as the bung went in my hand. I wake and it’s over. Placenta out.

I spent the rest of the day dozing from the drugs and crying for myself, for my baby, for my husband... I felt so angry. “There is no God”. “Why do you keep taking my babies?” “Well you can’t have any more of them.”!!! “You have taken three and that’s enough” !!! I cried until I felt at peace. I cried until I was dry. I needed to be alone and to cry and to be angry and to blame. I really needed it... I took some more sleeping tablets and some panadeine forte for my migraine and I slept. I slept for a long time clutching my purple rug...

I woke on Monday, I showered, I blowdried. I drank my tea and ate my toast. A knock at my door and it’s George. “Hello, Deb you just knew, didn’t you?” Yes I did George. Yes I did...

I felt like I would cry, there were times I wanted to see a face I knew over these past days and it felt good to see one. A face that held some hope. A face that could perhaps offer some answers. A face I trusted... He gave me a hug, and I felt I had been there before. We talked of tests, and George promising to research for me. I was glad I had him on my side. I was glad he hadn’t been with me on the weekend. I needed to save him up for the day that I birth a healthy, whole, live baby...
Maybe he won't be in the room when that day comes. But afterward he can congratulate us. He can hug my husband and me. He can smile at my other children. We can all celebrate the birth of life. The birth of a life that is also part of this journey...

I heard the voices of my little girls and their Daddy as they came up the hall to collect me. I choked. I needed them so much. It was time to go. It was time to start anew. It was time... I left that day a different person to when I arrived. I felt somehow stronger. I felt braver. I felt more capable... I felt so blessed to have my live children, my beautiful husband. I felt strangely peaceful. I felt the cycle was complete.... When death touched me I was reminded that we all dance to a music beyond our control. Sometimes we are willing dance partners. Sometimes not. I just have to let the dance go on and listen to the music. And hope and pray...

Some people say “It’s not fair”. I don’t know if that is so. I don’t think it is that simple. I don’t think it can be that simple. What is fair? Statements like that imply that I am a victim. I am not. I am a part of this story. My baby was a part as were his siblings and his father. Even the midwives and the doctors are all part of this story. The story is intricate. It is not as simple as not being fair. There is a lesson to learn from all that enters our lives. I know I can choose to feel I have been badly done by or I can choose to act with courage and strength and I can learn to trust. To let go and trust. Trust that I cannot control the outcome. I can play my part, but ultimately I have to let go and let life unfold. I need to listen to the music...

The death of my babies isn’t “one of those things”. There is a reason. We may never know exactly why, but there is a reason. This experience has taught me to not be afraid. This has taught me that there are no guarantees. Babies sometimes die but I can survive it. I can still smile. I can still laugh. I am going to try very hard not to be afraid. I am not going to let this be the end of my story.

I will again birth a live, healthy, strong baby. I will. I will go forward knowing that every pregnancy doesn’t lead to a baby. I will go to bed every night and be thankful for the blessings and the lessons I have learnt through this. Because in the face of all of this pain there have been so many blessings. So many lessons...

I ran my fingers over Finn’s face while he slept. He doesn’t know he has an angel brother. I wondered what my angel boy’s face would be like. Would he have the same skinny legs, the same soft hands... I will always wonder, but I will never know. For some reason that’s the way it is and I accept it and I let you go little boy. Watch over us won’t you? Whisper in our ears as we sleep. I will tell your brother and sisters about you one day. For now, they don’t need to feel sad. They need to smile and laugh and play and not be burdened with the sadness of the loss of you who they never knew...

Another rose will be planted in our garden. A rose for you next to the rose we planted last May for your sister.

You were my second Goodbye Baby. I pray that you will be my last...
March 29,2006

Deb,
I really dont know what to say !!!
I am so sorry to hear of the loss of your baby... Your story was heart wrenching... It is almost like you wrote most of the story about my experience.
You brought tears to my eyes, your story was so beautifully written. Thank you for sharing your journey, as heartbreaking as it is.
My love to you and your family :heartbeat:
Lisa

Oh Deb, your story truly touched me and I cried for you. What an awful and saddening journey you have been on. You are and amazing, strong and courageous woman. Thank you for sharing your goodbye journey with us. I hope that you have found peace and comfort in telling it.

I hope and pray that you will have another little baby in your arms soon, you are truly deserved of such happiness.

All my love to you and yours :hug:

Deb, my heart is just breaking for you. I feel truly privleged that you shared your journey with us.

Oh God Deb - that is the most horrible but yet the most beautiful thing I have ever read.

I'm so sorry for your loss. But the way you are greiving and processing what is truely truely horrific is wonderful.

By reading your story and listening to your determination for the future has really helped me to come to terms with trying for a baby again after my recent ectopic pregnancy. So for that I sincerely thank you.

Thank you so much for sharing yours and your precious little boys story. I am truely sorry for your loss.

Liss

I'm so moved Deb....... I have about three people I would love to send this too (who have experienced a heartbreaking loss) but I feel strangely like i just want to 'hold' it for myself.

Thankyou for being brave enough to share.

Deb
This was written in a truely beautiful way, a legacy to your little boy.
Your pain is so real to others....I hope with all my heart you are blessed with a healthy baby when you feel the time is right. Its nice to know you have a wonderful doctor on board sometimes that is enough to put your heart out there again
Bec

deb - you have amazing strength to write this out - im at a loss as to what to say but your goodbye journey has touched my heart forever

You are an amazing, strong & inspiring women. I feel privlaged to have read your story and shared your experience.

My heart goes out to you for the loss you have suffered.

xox

Deb, i am so very sorry for your loss,
Thank you so much for sharing your story with us, i have tears streaming down my face, it was so beautifully written.

Take care sweetie.

Deb - Thankyou for sharing your angel son's story.It is heartbreaking and yes we will forever cry why why why ? I hope somewhere down the road we get anwers to our questions.
Wishing you very happiness as you continue this journey.

:heartbeat: Trish
"~♥~ DD Charlotte Rose 1/9/04 26wks ~♥~"

I dont really know what to say. Your story bought flashes of mine that I had blocked out without realising.
Its such a painful time.

I hope this goes some way to helping you heal from the loss of your babies.

Fiona

Deb- I am so sorry for your Losses.
Thank you for sharing your story with us.
Please look after yourself.

Oh Deb I sit here not being able to see clearly b/c of the tears.
You are so amazingly strong, it's an honor to know you.

I aslo agree with Liss, that is sadest most beautiful thing I've ever read.

My heart is acheing for you hun and I want to help so much but I know theres nothing I can do.

Deb, you certainly have a way with words - your post was so beautifully written. It brought tears to my eyes. It is a lovely way to honour your precious Goodbye Baby.

I look forward to reading about the next chapter in your life - the one that results in a perfect, healthy, strong baby in your arms.

Thank you for sharing your story. I hope it has helped you to do so. :flower:

Deb, i am so very sorry for your losses.

Thankyou for sharing your story with us, i am sitting here crying.

I wish you and your DH all the very best.

Im lost for words.

Im sitting here in tears and want to thankyou for sharing your story.

I am sorry for the loss of your beautiful baby boy and wish you all the best in future.

Thank you Deb... that was so many things all in one...

All my love
Tanya

Deb thanks so much for sharing your (and bubby's) story. I pray your memories of him will be forever precious and sweet and that you will be able to mourn and honour him in a way that is meaningful to you and your family.

:cry: I cannot express in words anything that would do justice to your journey!

I cannot see the screen for tears!

You & your precious babies are my thoughts!!!!

Deb thank you so much for sharing your story. It was so touchingly written & I am sitting here in tears as I can relate to so much of how you were/are feeling atm. It isn't fair that we have to go through this & my greatest wish for you is that soon you are sharing with us the birth story of a healthy live baby.

You are in my thoughts & my heart atm.

Deb - I read this yesterday, but didn't know what to say or do. But then I realised, just writing this post is doing enough.
Your post put tears in my eyes, and I felt as though I had lived it with you.

lots and lots of cyber (((((((((((((hugs)))))))))))))

We are all thinking of you and here for you when you need us.

Deb, thank you for sharing your experience in such a poetic yet horrific way. Such an awful experience, so delicately recorded. I hope that writing it provided you some help, some peace. Im sure it will be able to offer the same to others out there too.

take care of you...

Deb, thank you for sharing your story. My heart goes out to you. I too chose to go through the births of my Angel Babies alone. So many people said how could I do it without my husband. But as with you, I needed him to be there for our other children. This was a path I had to travel alone.

We are stronger, different people now. I do not feel worse off. I think we both see the world through new eyes now.

Take care and many hugs.
Debbie

Deb - I don't know the words to describe how i am feeling after reading about your angel. I'm saddened by your story, but at the same time feel uplifted by your courage and strength.

You are a truly inspirational woman and your story was so beautifully written.

You are in my thoughts and I pray that you will again hold a live baby in your arms.

Thank you for sharing....

Deb, your story is amazing from both sides, the sorrow of losing & the determination from having lost.

Thankyou for sharing.

Thankyou for sharing such intimate details of your experience. You have brought tears to my eyes yet made me realise there is still hope. If you can come through all that and still be looking towards a future baby then so can I. I hope all your dreams are fulfilled very soon. You sound like you have a woderful, caring family and medical team behind you

Deb, I admire your strength and courage so much, to go through what you have and then to share every aspect as you have must have relived all the memories for you, your determination to give birth to a living baby is inspirational after what you have been through and and i know that it will happen for you again.

:flower:

Shell

oh Deb again i am so sorry what a sad journey it has been i wish there was something i could say huge hugs you are so strong

Deb, I am so sorry you had to go through this again. My heart goes out to you and your family at this terrible time. I had tears streaming down my face after reading your post. :hug: You are amazing how much strength and courage you have and defintiley don't deserve this grief and pain. I wish there was something I could do to take away all that pain you have. I too believe you will birth another healthy baby one day soon.

Take Care of yourself and thank you for sharing your story with us.

Loadsa Love
Kazz
xoxoxo

Deb this is such a moving post, it bought back some memories for me and all the pain we go through. Sending heaps and heaps of love and hugs for you and your hubby.

Shazz
xxx

Deb,

You write beautifully but I am so sorry for your terrible loss.

Mel

Deb,

I sat here staring at the screen for god knows how long waiting for the choking feeling in my throat to ease. My tears just keep flowing for you and your beautiful family. I dont even know what to say after reading your sad words. That piece of writing would have to be one of the most beautiful yet saddest things i have ever read in my life. You are such an amazing and strong woman and truly an inspiration. Without personally knowing you, you have given me the hope and strength i need to assist me though my pregnancy. Your words have touched me in a way i cannot explain. You will always be in my thoughts! Please know that my prayers are with you Deb.

love Amber
xoxoxox

What a story, you wrote it like i was there, i felt what you felt, i cried for you, i held your hand, i snuggled into the purple rug too, and i too am stronger now because of you.
I am sorry of your loss, may God and your delicate baby boy and girl watch over you and your family and praise you for allowing an angel to enter our world, and to play with our angel babies.

The biggest hugs go to you and your family.

Hoping that we get to share the 9 month journey of your beautiful healthy bundle of joy soon enough.

Take Care
Praying for you

I just happened to come across your story tonight deb,i am so sorry you lost your babies.Your story has touched my heart and i admire you for sharing it with everyone.
You have a gift in writing,i will not forget this.
I hope life has another story for you,one with you holding a baby surrounded by loving family.Till then..

Oh Deb, there are just no words...

:hug:

Deb, I too am so very sorry for your families loss of your beautiful baby boy. Another one here with tears streaming. What a phenomenonal woman you are. Your strength and courage are something I just can't imagine.

The day will come when you will birth another beautiful and healthy baby. This I am sure of. Until that day live in the knowledge that your angel babies are looking over you from above ready and waiting to protect their new little sister or brother.

Take care
Trish

Deb, I have no words, only tears.

Thank you for sharing your story.

I just wanted to thank you all for your beautiful words of encouragement and support. It did help me to write our story. The journey still continues and I am now ttc again. I am a bit of an older chookie so I am hoping that it won't take too long until I again am pregnant. I know it will be a stressful time when that does happen again. I just feel very blessed that I have you all in here.
Thank you all again you are all special women.

How did I miss this beautiful story?
Thank you for writing it.
I hope your heart heals well, I know you will never ever forget.