I want to apologise before I start this blog, it may be a little graphic, or may bring up feelings that are difficult so if you have had experience of miscarriage feel free to leave now.
In my last blog, I mentioned my daughter was pregnant. No longer. She went with her partner for the 12 week scan and were told there was no baby. As simple as that, no baby. She had to go to the hospital the next day to take some tablets to finish off the job. So, she went home, both of them distraught, she searched and searched the internet for reasons, then for miracles. She thought she'd found one but it was not to be.
A few days later, my daughter and her partner took themselves to the hospital for some medication that would expel the remains of her baby. I was called to the hospital, she was being so brave and refusing all pain relief and now she was in such pain. Her partner was desperate, "what can I do?" He asked her when nothing seemed to help. "Get my mum". So, that's what he did. I got to sit alongside her, I managed to get her to accept strong painkillers, convinced her being brave wasn't what she needed now.
Being brave is what she needs now.
I'm sorry if this upsets anyone, I decided when I started this blog it wouldn't be anything personal. It would be happy things after a particularly horrible time. This was meant to be a way of me celebrating my achievements, my makes, my happy things. But this is just too big a thing to ignore. I can't get my yarn out and concentrate, I can't take happy photos, because this feels like a horrible all encompassing time.
I haven't been a regular poster especially with our house move and internet issues, I'm not sure where to go with this now.