I cannot stand James Blunt, but heard his latest song on the radio start of this week: The Girl That Never Was. Took me a while to twig what it was about (despite it being laid on pretty thick) then it hit me pretty hard. Heard it again a day or two later, and I was driving along in bits, tears rolling down my face.
I was actually pleased to found out when I googled that he has two other kids. And the song is genuinely about a miscarriage him and his wife suffered.
I hope BD's wife's pregnancy is still going well. And others who have suffered the same tragedy have found their happiness since.
Like so many others, I know what that's like. When my wife and I decided to start a family back in around 2001, we struggled. After about 6 months of nothing happening, and me having private health cover through my work at the time, we both had fertility tests. Turned out she had one blocked fallopian tube and one partially blocked. They did a 'dust'n'clean' and put her on Clomid. This would have been mid-2002. A couple of months later, she didn't come on. We did a test and bingo! So delighted.
Had the first couple of scans and all was fine. Then the next scan at around 3 months, found no heartbeat and only the shadow of something that should have been larger. The baby was dead. My wife had to stay in overnight for an evac.
I went home and felt utterly broken. It's cliched, but for the one and only time in my life, I literally sat at our little dining table with a glass and bottle (this was overproof rum) and set out to drink myself into oblivion. All sorts of things raged through my head. Why us? Why
me? Was I destined never to have kids? Was this a punishment? (when we first started going out in the earlyish 90's, we weren't careful enough and she got pregnant. we were both in full agreement this was not the time to have a baby so she had an abortion - during the later fertility test, they said this likely caused the tube blockages). Would we be able to conceive again? Would this happen again?
Most of that evening/night I was sobbing in grief and self-pity.
We were advised to wait a few months before trying again, and we did. Back on the Clomid. She got pregnant again within a couple of months. We couldn't get anything like as excited as the first time. Every month that passed seemed like a hurdle, er, hurdled. At around 7 months, my wife's blood pressure (she'd been on tablets to reduce blood pressure since her late teens) started to spike. She had to go into the maternity wing once a week for it to be monitored. It was always on the high side so they'd keep her in, but the following day it was back down and they'd let her go home. Cue jokes about living with me causing the high blood pressure. Repeat the following week. At 35 weeks, they decided to induce. Some complications with the birth (the baby's heart rate kept plummeting each contraction, and I'll never forget the obstetrician saying, in an urgent voice to the midwife "we have to get this baby out
right now", then the ventouse snapped so it was a forceps job) but our girl was born perfectly, if a little underweight (5lb10oz). Almost exactly 9 months on from my birthday
). She turned 20 couple of weeks ago. And, curiously, my wife's high blood pressure disappeared completely after the pregnancy so no more tablets.
Our second wasn't planned (we'd agreed to wait until we were more financially sorted before trying again, which never happened so we kind of made an unspoken agreement to stick at one... then she got pregnant) and the pregnancy was more relaxed. Until we were on holiday in Spain, about 4 months into it. She was in the bath one morning and I heard her scream. The bath was filled with blood. We assumed another miscarriage. She hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol since finding out she was pregnant again but figured what was the point in not so had a few drinks for the rest of the holiday; made the best of it. We went to the hospital the day after we got home and they did a scan. There it was, a heartbeat and developing baby. There were no more issues throughout and our second daughter was born on bloody leap year day, 11 days late. She's 16 in Feb and again perfect. But soon after she was born, my wife's high blood pressure returned after over 4 years.