THE UNSEEN. THE SILENCE. THE STRENGTH
YOUR STORY...
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ROB'S STORY.
My wife and I had decided to start a family- not too intense, quite casual. We were delighted when, in Mauritius on New Year's Eve 2023, we discovered my wife was pregnant. We were delighted and looked forward to welcoming our first child in August/September 2024. However, confusion over dates meant that my wife booked a private scan at what we thought was eight weeks. The words at the scan still stick in my head.."I'm afraid something is not quite right...". No heartbeat and what looked like a missed miscarriage. We were devastated; all that excitement wiped away instantly. Two days later, at a NHS scan, the sonographer told us that there was heartbeat and that my wife was actually six weeks pregnant and the heartbeat had probably just developed over the last two days. Total rollercoaster and they wanted my wife to go for another scan in a weeks time, which confirmed that the foetus had grown and there was still a heartbeat. We pinched ourselves- back in the game!However, about a week later, my wife had some spotting, very mild, but a small amount over a few days. After badgering the staff at triage, she managed to get an appointment. The scan suddenly confirmed the worst- at eleven weeks, a few days before the twelve-week scan, there was no heartbeat. I can honestly say that pregnancy loss was quite possibly the hardest thing I have ever dealt with. The overwhelming sadness and pain- I felt completely empty. As a man, I felt that no one really knew how to support me. Or even talk about it. The next few months felt like a huge struggle. However, a few months later, we were totally shocked to find out that my wife was expecting again. Although exciting, our previous experience meant that we were on edge all the time during the second pregnancy. Every hour felt like about a week- it was exhausting!However, 39 weeks later, in February 2025, we welcomed the most beautiful baby boy into our lives. The most incredible
feeling having my own son. My advice to dads who have experienced loss- talk,
research and it's OK to ask for help. Men need support too.
INES STORY.
My husband and I met in 2017. He was my boss and we fell in love. One short year later we were engaged. Covid happened and we stuck through it. Planning our wedding and building our life together in his parents basement. September of 2021 we get married. Our anniversary is actually this coming Friday. Between getting new jobs, paying off debts, and saving money we were finally able to buy a house in 2024. We were so happy and so excited to start our family. We started trying to have that April. Many months of negative tests and hoping for those two lines each month. February 14th 2025 was a magical night where we celebrated my birthday and Valentine’s Day with a romantic sushi dinner by the fireplace. That night we would conceive our whole world. February 28th was the first day we saw those double lines and our worlds changed. So much excitement, nervousness, and joy spread through our bodies. Woe couldn’t wait to share the news.We planned a dinner with nicks parents, my dad and his girlfriend ( I am no contact with my mom, which brought a whole other set of emotions to me). We shared the news in cahoots with the waiting staff and we surprised our family with the news. Tears were had of joy & we FaceTimed my grandmother and brother. Everyone was SO HAPPY for us. They knew our struggle to get pregnant, and knew how much we had dreamed of this. We were all on cloud 9. The next three months I will forever be greater up for. It was filled with love from family and friends in the form of gifts, visits, flowers, and words of affirmations. It was finally happening for us. We started to get the nursery ready, got our registry started, booked our baby shower venue, and dreamed of holding you in our arms. We were overwhelmed with joy when we first saw you on the sonogram screen. Small but mighty with a strong heartbeat. I could finally breathe. She was alive inside me, and I had never felt more connected to anything in my entire life. May 2nd was the day I was suppose to see her again. Inside me, moving, beating with life. The room became silent with just me and the ultrasound tech Kaitlyn. She told me she needed to speak with the doctor. I didn’t think anything of it, because we had seen your heartbeat a few weeks later. When the doctor came in, I saw the look on her face and did not understand what she meant. I screamed and begged for answers. I wanted to know what I did and how to make her heart beat again. There was nothing I could do. Nothing the doctors could do. Nothing my husband could do. Nothing my family could do. The life we hoped for was gone. May 2nd was a Friday. They scheduled the surgery for that Wednesday. May 7th. how.How was I going to carry around my dead baby for 5 days. They told me if anything were to happen over those 5 days to come in to he hospital. My baby girl did not want to leave. She stayed with me until May 7th. I got out of surgery and felt empty. The days and weeks following, I do not remember much. I remember my closest friends and family coming to sit with me and hold me. I will be forever grateful for that. Months between were spent reading, walking and reconnecting with myself even though I did not recognize her or trust her. I’m still on the journey to regain trust in my body. Then came the HCG drop. I tested every week from May 7th untillast week.The HCG drop and that process was very scary for me. I ended up in the ER for pain and bleeding where they found a small growth in where she was. That sent me to an oncologist. An oncologist at 32 years old, because I wanted a family? Nightmare x10. They performed another d&c 8/15 ( 6 months almost to the date she was conceived). Now I have one more blood test and then we can finally try again this November if all goes well.
TINA'S STORY.
I don’t know how to start things like this, but I’ll give it a good go. I got caught pregnant back in 2017 with my first pregnancy. I was over the moon as I’ve always dreamed of being a mum. I remember being the happiest I’ve ever been, I want for my 12 week scan when she told me 4 words that will never go away “there’s no heart beat”. I couldn’t process it at all I couldn’t face the truth that my baby was gone just like that. I always dreamt the baby would have been a baby girl so I called her Kennedi Summer and she’ll always be my favourite “What If”. I went on to have my rainbow baby in 2019 and he’s everything I could ever imagine. He’s my best friend.