Well, it's been two years today since we lost our first angel.
27th June 2007, me and DH were coming back from poker and I kept complaining to him that I was really tired and not feeling well.. he was insistant that I was pg and I kept rolling my eyes and said to him 'Fine, I'll do a test to see if I am' - Lo and behold, the test was positive, though I was bleeding just a little bit, I didn't think it was much to worry bout.
29th June 2007, at approx 4am I woke up with the worst pains - I started running to the loo where I noticed the bleeding got alot heavier and bright red - I knew something wasn't right because I knew I shouldn't have been in this much pain.. I took a panadol when I could manage to stand up without being doubled over then went back to sleep - and as I woke up again at 9am and went to the loo and passed the biggest clot I'd ever seen.. I was so sad and distraught that I told my MIL that I wanted to go to the dr, and off we went.. then had an ultrasound and they said I'd lost it. It was a very hard day, but to this day, I still love and miss the little angel I'll never know.