How our rainbow came after the storm 🌈.

After a few months of trying again, coronavirus struck!                                                            

Two weeks into lockdown I missed my period. So did the normal routine of not getting our hopes up and waited for the negative test result.       

So, once again we tried not to get our hopes up as we waited for the test to be negative…..                                  

But that didn’t happen!                                         

Two bright pink lines pinged up on the test !      

Excitement set in !                                          

23 tests later, and lots of water  drunk – we knew we were pregnant!                                       

We had longed and waited for this baby, and prayed that everything would be okay.            

Still there was this feeling of panic as we thought  of the possibility that all could be lost once again.                                                     

There is nothing worse than having pure excitement, love, and fear all rolled into one.     

Due to the previous miscarriages, we were placed under the care of a consultant.                                             

And, we were supposed to be scanned every two weeks up until 16 weeks. But, due to the pandemic we were told this would not be happening.                        

The fear of not having the regular scans checking in on our beautiful baby was terrifying.                                                                  

So, we paid for the scans to check our little one was safe. It was so lucky we did!                  

The first scan went perfectly, our little one was so tiny at 5.4 weeks, but we knew they were there, and at the moment safe.                    

We went back a few weeks later and they found an issue with my cervix, my cervix was slightly open and they could not tell me what was causing it, so they sent  me into the hospital.                                                    

We were terrified.                                                   

The consultant placed me into the high risk category and said there was a risk we would miscarry.                                                      

They put me onto progesterone tablets and sent me on my way to wait and see if we could get to 12 weeks, which felt like a lifetime.                                              

Being in full lockdown, unable to see family at that time was hard, but we wanted to make sure we stayed as safe as we could.

We hit 12 weeks and had a scan privately. Once we made sure the little one was okay we then told family.  

     Lockdown lifted slightly and at 14 weeks I could hug my mum, which was pure bliss as I was terrified that something was wrong…….                                                                 

With regular calls to the midwives, panicked something was wrong, they decided to give me weekly heartbeat checks.                                

This helped for a 24 hour stint, but the panic would set back in and build until the 7 days were over. This cycle went around and around our whole pregnancy.                           

There was a feeling of aloneness being pregnant at the time of a pandemic. With no classes or meeting of other mums, and people not really understanding the worries of a family that longed for their rainbow – but were scared their dream would be threatened by a virus – was heart breaking, and it took a toll on my mental health.

I was extremely lucky my husbands extremely supportive.

It was pretty hard being pregnant in a pandemic I must admit. There was very little cooing and tummy rubs from others which was really sad, but we kept him safe and that’s all that mattered to us.                                            

Regular trips to the doctors, medication, and midwives ensured that we got to full term !                      

Then came labour!                                                 

No one fully explains this !