lost my little 12,5 week old baby yesterday. It was a boy. They said an infection. Ever heard of that? An infection from either swimming (I live in greece) from sea or pool or sex or just because. It’s rare they said, it doesn’t happen frequently they said otherwise all women would be told to stay in a room for 9 months. Don’t feel bad it’s not your fault they said. But the infection that went in to my cervix (which is an open wound they said) caused the cervix to open to push out the infection and rid of it (I didn’t have any symptoms at all) and by doing that pushed out my baby. So I was airlifted from a Greek island to the hospital in athens and as I sat there waiting for an ultrasound the baby just came out on the chair placenta and all. I literally gave birth. I went to bed the night before feeling amazing and happy and woke up with contractions and 8 hours later lost the life I had just seen the same morning bouncing around like a little bean.
They salvaged it from the floor, saw it was a boy and took it for a biopsy and then asked me if I wanted to take it home and bury it or if they would. I said no. I didn’t want it. Wanted to forget. Grieve in my own way. Baby number 9. 9 miscarriages. NINE. Because I got an infection. Because I was unlucky. Because that’s life.