15 March 2018

The day after I’d received the worst news imaginable, the date I had the ERPC operation sticks in my mind and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.

It was a strangely positive experience, though the whole thing was devastating, the kindness I received from all the staff at the hospital and my friends and family meant the world to me and just softened the blow.

I woke up from the operation feeling really sad, but I was, in a strange way, relieved that it was over and that I could begin to move on.

I felt like I was having to go back to square one, but after some time off and getting back into work, my mindset has shifted somewhat. I still have difficult times, people making comments about when I’ll have children or seeing people around with babies pulls at my heart, but there’s hope that one day I’ll have my baby.

We bought a tree to remember our little baby and planted it in a pot in our garden. We’ve named it what we called the baby and it’s nice to have something tangible to remember them by. We’re also trying to make the most of the time we have and to not dwell on anything too much.

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