Journey of a Soprano

Thursday, 18 June 2015 Disclaimer: This blog post may contain description which could be graphic or distressing to readers. In the last two weeks I feel it's safe to say that my husband and I have encountered a number of crossroads whilst trying to overcome the miscarriage obstacle... Which direction do you choose to take in conversation? Which way do you respond at the rescan? Which choice do you make if they ask whether you want to see the ultrasound screen? Which choice do you make when given the "management" options? Which face do you pin on? At home? In hospital? In public? To friends? To family? Even harder, which face, if any face, do you pin on for each other? At the first sign of bleeding, at 2:50am on Thursday the 4th, I called my midwife service and was recommended to attend the A&E at my local hospital. Unfortunately, all they could do was have me checked over externally by an ED doctor and be referred to the Early Pregnancy Unit, as no i...

Monday, 8 June 2015 I've turned to writing as an emotional outlet many times throughout my life, and it seems apt that I return to it at this life-changing obstacle into which we've hurtled this week. On April 13, I was overwhelmed with surprise and overjoyed to find that the pregnancy test showed a positive result. Immediately incapable of stringing together a sentence, or breathing regularly, I managed to use a form of eyebrow raising and charades to tell my husband that I was pregnant ... in the thirty seconds we had at 5:49am before he left for the station to catch his train. Appropriately timed to a Blur song, like some of the best moments of our relationship, we shared the briefest exchange of joy. And now, in the aftermath of Thursday, I reflect on the irony of that brief exchange. Just like the brief exchange that was our impending excitement at being parents, right up until the moment that the bleeding started without notice, without pain ... Right up until t...