Hospital Hexagons

To blog or not to blog? That is my question. Essentially this is my quilt blog about my love of sewing and my fabric addictions and all that that entails. BUT I am also a woman and a mother and in a way this is my diary.
So here goes...

On Monday, full of anticipation we went to our local maternity unit for my 12 week scan. DH said he had finally allowed himself to get excited. However our hopes were dashed as we were informed that the pregnancy had terminated itself. It's called a 'silent miscarriage' when you have no signs that it's over. I was still tired, still nauseus and still feeling very unwell indeed. So it came as a great shock to us both.

I decided to take action as soon as possible because waiting to miscarry alone was just too frightening a prospect and so on Wednesday I dutifully went off to another hospital to be re-scanned and then the pregnancy was completely terminated. We were given a picture at this scan, but I won't show it as I can hardly bear to look at it. Although things had not progressed very far we still feel a great loss. The second loss for me this year.

I had to stay overnight in the hospital as I had lost a lot of blood and was kept on a drip until this morning. I managed to put a few rose fabrics over papers while desperately waiting to get home.


The children are pleased to have me home and I missed them so much while I was in hospital. I came home to hugs and excited "Mummy, Mummy's" and a beautiful present from my dear friend Anne.



Thank you Anne, I shall cherish it. In time, my body will heal and forget, my heart will take a little longer....

Sometimes
Sometimes
All you can do is cry
Even though sometimes
You just want to know why

Sometimes
Your heart breaks under the strain
Sometimes
You think you’ll never get over this pain

Sometimes
Things happen for a reason you can’t know
Sometimes
The battle is in trying to let the hurt go

Sometimes
There’s an emptiness you just can’t deny
Sometimes
You can’t believe even though you try

Sometimes
Things don’t go the way you think they should
Sometimes
You are grateful even though you didn’t think you could

Sometimes
Good friends are the shoulder you need to cry
Because sometimes
There is no answer to your question ‘Why?’


Thanks for letting me share and maybe somehow cope with this.
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