I was so happy this morning. 10w4d pregnant, and all the classic symptoms of pregnancy. Early nausea, 5″ gain around the waist (although I am normally very skinny), and breasts gone up two sizes.
I was supposed to have an early scan on the NHS, as my last AF was lots of spotting followed by a bleed, so the doctor thought my dates might have been wrong. No letter received…
I then had my first MW appointment on Wednesday at 10 weeks, where she said that the NHS are very busy, so I won’t get a scan until between 12 and 14 weeks.
Just incase my dates were wrong (and didn’t want to miss out on downs syndrome testing), I paid for a private scan instead.
They measured the gestation sac at 6w3d, with no yolk sac and no fetal pole. Basically a missed miscarriage, so baby had stopped growing, but my body was still carrying on as normal without miscarrying.
Very distraught, and cried for hours.
Finally plucked up the courage to ring the EPU (early pregnancy unit), only to get hung up on THREE times by a woman who couldn’t care less and didn’t seem impressed at having to talk to someone on the phone.
They’ve booked me in to chat to the doctor on Tuesday, but won’t book me in to double check with another scan because I’ve already had one. I wanted to lose my temper and tell her “yeah, the f’ing scan I had to pay £100 for due to the useless NHS”.
I feel let down and angry. If I’d had the early scan as I was supposed to, I would have found this out 2 or 3 weeks ago. And I can’t believe I had to chat to some callous woman when I’d just found out I’d lost my baby.
Thank goodness I didn’t wait until the NHS scan, as that would have been even more heart breaking.
Bye bye little bean.