These past couple of days have probably, no deifnitely been among the toughest since I started this journey.
I was supposed to have my transfer on Wednesday but called it off on Saturday after a lot of doctors advice. I know it was the right decison for me..or rather my future baby but I have never felt so devastated.
I have cried pretty much continually since, I have screamed, I have shouted, I havent slept. And whats more because of self isolation I cant even get a hug or face to face conversation about it with my friends or family.
Instead I have had to continue to work in emergency services which at the minute you can imagine is quite a scary and uncertain job to be working.
Today was also mothers day.. the timing of that just the day after was a real kick in the teeth. Not to mention that by now I should be 8months pregnant with our little one we lost. And instead Im here with nothing and having to continue my meds for another two weeks as an extra cruel little twice a day reminder.
It just feels like too much at the minute! My heart is broken. Im sorry this just turned into a total moan but I needed to get it out somewhere... thank you all for allowing me this safe space to vent xox