I will put a little trigger warning in here before I get started, this post will be talking about miscarriage and still birth. I think it’s important that we talk about miscarriage, but I also understand that it can be very difficult for some to read, I don’t want to upset anyone.
My mother is one of the main reasons for me choosing to run the London Marathon for the Miscarriage Association, and the terrifying amazingness of fundraising. Until I was pregnant with Gladys, I never really understood what she had gone through when I was a child, and sometimes I feel terrible that I didn’t/couldn’t understand that.
I asked my mum if she’d be willing to write about her experiences, to better explain why what the Miscarriage Association does for those affected by miscarriage and healthcare professionals.
This is her story.
I feel so pleased and proud of Gemma for taking part in this event to raise money for The Miscarriage Association. I am very lucky that I have two beautiful and wonderful daughters but they did not come easy.
I became pregnant soon after I was married, I was really pleased we had a lovely home, I told my mum and dad who were thrilled.
I was 13 weeks.
I started to bleed and went to see my doctor who at that time told me, Yes I think you are having a miscarriage go home and put anything you lose in a newspaper and come back and see me with it. I went though agony, did what he said and he confirmed I had miscarried, and said come back when you are three months pregnant. (1975)
Then during my next pregnancy having then not being taken care of or monitored enough I had a stilllborn baby, Ben (1982)
One of the happiest days of my life, Gemma born 4.30pm 9th April, 1983 (Grand National Day!) The first song I heard on the radio was Wooden Heart, Elvis Presley when I came around from having the c-section!
Years moved on and I became pregnant again, very sick as usual, very sore boobs, very thrilled as we had being doing a house up and it had come together a bit!(1987)
After awful pain and backache I went to hospital for a scan where could tell by the look on the nurses face that I was miscarrying, but I had to see a consultant who told me the baby was dead, and I would need to go though an enforced labour. I was 17/18 weeks pregnant.
I became pregnant again and was thrilled. I was 37 years old had got my beautiful little Gemma.
My second daughter Fay was born very prematurely at 25 weeks.
After lots of worry for 14 weeks in special care, she is now taller than Gemma and I and perfect.
I received no help, no counselling and I Love and support my Gemma and this charity so much please help Gemma to reach her target!