True to our 2 year plan I went off the pill and we soon found out I was pregnant. It was an exciting holiday season and 2016 started full of hope and love for the precious bundle we anticipated arriving in the middle of the year. Quickly our joy and excitement changed to worry. Our first trip to the gynae was not the exciting experience we had hoped for. The scans conflicted with the blood tests and there was no movement or heartbeat. We were told not to worry and possibly I was not as far along as was first thought. We left with a bit more faith in our little jelly bean and off for another set of blood tests. This continued for the next couple of weeks. We eventually got the news we had been anxiously awaiting. The words no one wants to hear. “Sorry this is not a viable pregnancy and we will need to terminate it”. We had, as a couple, decided on our very first trip that we were unqualified to make the decision and placed our faith firmly in our gynae’s hands. He is someone we both trust and believe he has ours and our little jelly beans best interests at heart.
So with this blow and heavy hearts we contacted family members and let them know the situation and booked into hospital for the very next day. That afternoon, evening and following morning was all a blur. Driving the 20 min from our utopia, a place that just days before had been so full of love and hope, to the hospital was the longest and scariest drive of my life. Questions racing through our heads, things we wanted to say but were either too scared or sad to say but all the time the love for each other and our jelly bean was there.
My Path Love Jess 