I found out yesterday, at 10 weeks and 5 days pregnant, that my baby had stopped developing. I had some bleeding and cramping in the morning so, even though it was light and the cramps were minimal, I went to the ER. Preliminary tests couldn't find a heartbeat and showed no movement. A follow up u/s confirmed the baby only measured 8 weeks 5 days.
Everyone was wonderful, going out of their way to tell me it wasn't my fault and to push me through for the tests so I didn't have to wait (they were fully booked). The only thing that I found a little crass was when the gynacology registrar came to talk to me he just said 'I've looked at your u/s and the pregnancy isn't viable.' It just seemed to be trivialising the experience. It isn't trivial to me. My baby died. My heart is breaking. That isn't trivial!!!
I have to go back in for a d&c tomorrow morning. Coincidentally, tomorrow is my birthday. Yesterday was my sister's birthday. I found out I was pregnant the day after DH's birthday and the baby was due on my niece's birthday. So many days that will be reminders of what we have lost. Days that I wont forget