Rainbow baby 🌈

As I write this I have 1 week to go until I birth our rainbow baby girl. 🌈 I feel incredibly lucky, happy and I still have to pinch myself regularly as I can’t believe my dream is hopefully going to come true.

We had our first round of IVF at the end of November 2020 but unfortunately we found out it was unsuccessful a week before Christmas. After the disappointment of the IVF we decided to look for a new house which occupied our minds. On the 11th January 2021 I found out I was pregnant and it was totally natural. My period was late and my husband asked “are you going to do a pregnancy test?” I said, “I can’t be bothered!” In the end my husband persuaded me to do the test but I could not wait to look at he result so he did. I heard a yelp of joy, “OMG, we are pregnant!”

The irony was we lost our beloved furry girl (our cat Poppy) on 4th January, the week before. The last thing I said to her before she left this world was “please leave me a baby, its the only thing that will help my grief of losing you” At times I thought we would never get to this point again, which was an agonising familiar thought of mine. I must admit at the time I obviously hoped this baby (eighth time lucky) would stick and stick like glue, but I remember for many weeks almost waiting for the dark cloud to linger over us again. We got past the 7 week hurdle, then 8, 9 and 10. That beautiful heartbeat was still there at 12 weeks, we had never got this far! Sadly the excitement was tainted and didn’t last long before the anxiety would set in again. People always celebrate the 12 week mark but we were never really able to have piece of mind. Looking back I feel a little sad about that.

For this pregnancy I started blood thinners (Fragmin) aspirin and progesterone from the day of our  positive test. Having to use the drugs was all very daunting but my hubby and I coped and remained fairly calm. But believe me there were many difficult days filled with worry and guilt. We focused on the next scan and after each one we were  feeling good, but that feeling was short lived and we go back to feeling anxious until the next. We lived like this up till about 20 weeks. We would always feel guilty for talking about the pregnancy or buying the odd item for the baby. I felt we were too presumptuous almost and I often would break down and cry after doing these things! It was a difficult time looking back. We went for a 16 week private scan and we were told all was looking good, another amazing day after many turbulent traumatic days in our 4 year fertility journey. We were told I was carrying a girl💗 but just to be pregnant with a baby was all that mattered to us. Although up until that point we were convinced I was carrying a boy. It was a wonderful day and it was actually on my 38th birthday so two reasons to celebrate.

I think reaching 20 weeks for me was the biggest hurdle. I remember thinking maybe she’s here to stay? Feeling happy and then occasionally panicking. I learnt and accepted that was all part of a self preservation I had in the past become so familiar with. Throughout this pregnancy, I have loved watching my bump grow and feel our rainbow girl moving and kicking in my tummy. It’s the most wonderful feeling that has been  so long awaited for, it feels even more precious. I never take it for granted and have enjoyed each kick and move day by day week by week. Learning to not look too far ahead has helped me heal and relax more. I must say once I felt her movements start around 20 weeks that in its self is the best reassurance ever.

At 38 weeks now, a level of anxiety still remains with us both. With Covid and not having the vaccine yet, trying to be careful and the general uncertainty pregnancy brings. Until shes here, and delivered I will not breath a sigh of relief just yet. I except that the parenthood journey will bring many other worries. I feel strong as it feels like nothing can be harder than the last 4 years of dark clouds regularly coming over us both. Anyone who is going through baby loss, you are not alone and never give up hope, my hubby and I could of quit trying many a time. Keep chasing your rainbow. Seek the right support, talk about it and be kind to yourself.  I wish you all the luck, care and love in the world 🍀🌈

Healing ☀️

Laura simms
July 2020

They say time heals
I kind of agree
Time to ponder
Time to reflect
Time to be kind to myself
Time to recover

Time to care
Time to think
Time to cry
Time to scream
Time to blow anger
Time to wobble
Time to hope
Time to cope
Time to learn to love myself again
Time to trust my body again
Time to get back on track

Time eases
Time spares
Time even feels like it has care
Time fills a void
Time lightens the trauma
Time relaxes the soul
Time just keeps on moving
Time is one only constant

Chasing 🌈



Trying for a baby can be a difficult game
in my experience, you are never quiet the same.

We have had alot of bad luck
sometimes i just want to scream out loud… f***

The desire to conceive keeps me waiting & hoping, making it hard to believe I can keep coping.

The uncertainty of not being sure that I will bear a child of my own, sometimes I feel so alone.

A lot of people just say relax it will happen when you least expect it.
But after reaccurant loss, you just cant forget it.

Difficult times, dark clouds that come and go.
I remain hopeful that one day we will Cherish and hold our rainbow 🌈

June 10th 2020

A poem by me! 🌈

For us there was another bit of excitement on our 6th positive pregnancy test.
Unfortunately again, theres no mind rest just another traumatic emotional test.

Life seems so challenging and uncertain,
yet Im left wondering! This isnt the case for everyone.

The excitement of a baby growing but the uncertainty of not knowing.
Hoping all is well and going to work out, but
unfortunately my mind is full of doubt.

The disappointment and sadness is hard to bare at times.
There are not going to be any nursery rhymes.

I stay strong and live in hope, we will get our antidote!
A lovely baby to hold and care
Our close family looking on with a happy stare.

After the rain comes a rainbow 🌈
bringing my hubby and i closer in tow.

Hopefully bringing plenty of sunshine after our storm, we will be lucky enough to hold our first born.

Laura Simms. April 2020

I wrote this after our 6th miscarriage!

” I would of been 12 weeks ” instead the grief is very real.

I’m sitting here in my sunny garden during the covid 19 pandemic. I have been off work for nearly 4 weeks now and my miscarriage was just under 4 weeks ago. With being self employed, having no income and experiencing grief, things are kind of chaotic in my world! I have been trying to keep myself focused and busy, so I dusted my running shoes off. I’m determined to loose a bit of weight and get fitter and less breathless when I bend down to paint my toe nails lol 😂

I have been feeling very low emotionally and I need a little pick me up! I can’t go out and spend money and the few things I’ve wanted to buy online have sold out, I think because people are staying home and online shopping. So…… What can I do I thought! Start working on my mental health that has taken a massive bashing over the last 2 and half years, with our constant miscarriage trauma. I think its important to try and find something that brings positivity under our current difficult situation. That sounds bad, as I’m very lucky and grateful for so many things, but a little fitness may boost my thoughts creating more good than bad days.

I have been thinking about tomorrow, which would of marked 12 weeks in our pregnancy! Our “safe haven”, that wasn’t meant to be. We have never got that far in any of our pregnancies! I think society goes on about the 12 week mark,the time when it’s acceptable to announce pregnancy, although this has no bearing on anything I have learnt.

But what happens for woman like myself , who have never got that far? Who haven’t experienced that happy occasion?

It’s a huge question I constantly ask myself! Does it really matter when I announce my supposedly happy news? So it’s very difficult, your grieving and desperately want to be able to get to that safe haven and when that doesn’t happen I am left feeling empty and I have to grieve in silence. No one knew, so therefore it didn’t count! I have to continue to put a happy face on, which is nearly impossible after experiencing such loss. I’m not sure what the answer is! Moving forward I’m not sure how to be, like I’ve lost my way a bit! I’m stunned like a rabbit in headlights.

I feel that from the minute I found out each time I was expecting, it was very real and we were going to be parents. To have that taken from us so many times is mentally shattering. I’m not sure it matters whether you keep it quiet for the first 3 months or not?!

My experience has been very tough. After each pregnancy loss I have struggled with intrusive questions asked by other humans. Especially as I am a married woman of nearly 3 years, the expectation on me to procreate seems constant! After losing my babies I think I might as well of told people I was pregnant, and then maybe people would be more gentle and more considerate when mentioning the fertility topic with me.

On the whole I think it is human nature for people to pile on expectation on one another! My experience has been very painful and a constant reminder of how I haven’t been able to successfully carry our baby yet!

Pregnancy loss is still very taboo!

As a society I feel we all conditioned to keep a pregnancy private until 12 weeks? But what happens when you don’t get there?

Is there a right or wrong way?

Chasing 🌈

Due date arrives, after another pregnancy loss!

So today would of been our due date of our fifth pregnancy that resulted in miscarriage. The pink ribbon reminds us this pregnancy was our little lady not meant to be. The last few days, I’ve felt very angry and alot of sadness as I would of been bringing our first baby ( our rainbow) into this world. Instead I sit here, childless and empty and not knowing if I will ever become a mummy. Life feels tough at the moment. Also I’ve had another loss since this one, I can’t work out which I’m currently grieving for, it all feels too much and far too overwhelming at times. It’s like being on a surfboard, some waves are huge and some are small. My part is keeping my grip on this turbulent board. It’s not easy!

We are sill on lockdown , due to the covid 19 virus that is storming over our planet. It’s Easter weekend, my hubby has 5 days annual leave. All we can do in sit in our lovely garden or maybe go for a walk. Trying to dodge the humans and keep up the distancing rule. The weather is set be very warm and sunny, which helps lift my mood a bit during this uncertain difficult time. When the sun is on my face, it’s warmth is like therapy. It feels like it’s healing my wounds. This time for us fertility wise currently has no end/ finish line for us.

I’m feeling very sad but I try to remain positive and trust my body is doing all it needs to do to create, grow and deliver our first 🌈 baby. We have decided we would be happy with one , how hard can that be! I look around at countless friends pregnancies, that have happened so easy!

To our babies we have lost, so far. 3 chemical MC , 3 missed MC. You will always be in my heart and never leave my memory. I cherish the short time we had, I know you are leading us to our rainbow 🌈 baby that is meant for us.

Chasing 🌈 rainbows couldn’t be any harder at the moment.

6th miscarriage, the trauma intensifys.

It’s Sunday 22nd march 2020. Mother’s Day in the uk. As I lay here having my 6th MC in 2.5 years! The closest I seem to get to being a mum is 7 weeks! The pain this time seems much more intense!

We had HCG bloodwork and scans each week from week 4. Our consultant is so supportive and an amazing lady. We had 5 scans in total up to 8 weeks. Everything seemed to be progressing well until week 8 , when our world stood still again! The heartbeat had stopped, not long after our 7 week scan,we were told! 7 weeks seems to be an issue for us! Our 3rd missed miscarriage hit us like a massive high speed train , I feel like it has troubled me mentally and bruised my whole body, and left me aching all over!

I was on prednisolone, progesterone,aspirin 75mg from ovulation this pregnancy with a 87% chance the drug plan would work! That wasn’t the case for us. From week 6 I was also injecting fragmin into my tummy every night at 7pm! I’m laying here thinking what more could I of done! Nothing, I know is the answer! I was fairly calm under the circumstances of being a reacurrant miscarriage victim, I ate well, was drinking 2.5L of water a day. Resting where I could, not working so hard, meditating lots! Most importantly I trusted and was sure this pregnancy was going to be a success! I had bought 2 maternity dresses this time, a swimsuit for our summer holiday and a lovely pair of baby rainbow pjs which I hoped to put our rainbow 🌈 baby in, in Oct 2020! All as an act of positive visualisation, which I no longer have faith in! Moving forward now, non of this stuff makes any difference is a lesson I’ve learnt.

The trauma intensifys! Covid 19 is threatening the world at the moment. It’s a scary time for all humans! I have to isolate for a while, up to a month as I have asthma and the steriods have put my immune at a very low point, which makes me high risk. All our trips , meals out and holidays on hold! Which under the circumstances doesn’t really matter , but now we’ve lost our 6th pregnancy , we are left with nothing to look forward to! I feel very low, sad, dissapointed and angry! So many unanswered painful questions rack my brain!

Why us?

Why do some couples have such easy unplanned pregnancies?

It’s mothers Day, am I ever going to be a mum?

Why can’t we get past 7 week heartbeat?

Why are we being tested to the freaking max?

How long will it take us to fall again?

Will it ever work out for us?

I had two lots ,12 hours apart of the misoprostol drug. A drug I’m now fairly familiar with unfortunately. This drug softens the cervix and you loose your baby in a very traumatic way mentally! It’s a incredibly hard thing to go through once, we’ve lost our dream this way 3 times now! Nothing prepares you for this. Again no one ever really talks about it either!

The hardest position I’m in now, is because no one really knew we were expecting! I feel I have to grieve in silence and this prospect is incredibly hard to deal with. I almost feel I have to put my happy joker face (I call it) on and present myself to the world as I did before. It has been 6 months since our 5th MC and I had just got myself mentally well again, countless therapy sessions, meditating twice everyday , reflexology. Now im back here, I have lost my trust in my body and am shattered emotionally and mentally on so many levels!


25th march …I feel very angry and overwhelmed today, I would of been 9 weeks pregnant, instead I passed our pregnancy 4 days ago and am feeling low, sad and empty. With this virus causing a stay at home society, we are on lockdown. We have to stay within our house holds for up to 3 weeks and practise social distancing, one silver lining I guess, under my circumstance. The thought of facing people overwhelms me. I hoped to be showing a bump of soon! Instead , will that ever happen!? I’m off work now for a month and a 2 m distance rule is in place , gives me some well deserved time!! This month gives me time to clear my head, get fitter and I have to wean off the steroids, which is making me feel crazed!I have to reduce by 5mg every 4 days! I just want to eat naughty ,sugary foods and stuff my face. I know it won’t help so I’m trying to avoid. I am trying to accept I am grieving and have just lost our 6th pregnancy, nothing eases this intense traumatic time, not even a good old bar if whole nut! With no finish line in the near distance, I feel completely terrified and empty. With all our 2020 holiday/ resto / mini break plans in tatters to this virus, I am struggling as we just have nothing to look forward to. Not even how I hoped to give birth to our rainbow in October! It’s such uncertain times as if it wasn’t for us before, now the whole country is up in the air.

My days are still spent Chasing my rainbow 🌈

Being considerate with that friend/ colleague who has suffered pregnancy loss.

One of the most painful things I’ve found after my recurrent miscarriages has been people’s reactions, responses and choice of words! As I said previously, this post is not aimed at anyone in particular so if you are reading this and know me, please don’t take offence. This is just my real, open and honest account of my journey so far. The last thing I want people to do is to act differently around me.

I consider myself to be a fairly emotionally intelligent woman. I understand miscarriage is a very difficult topic for many people. But all I will say is, imagine how difficult it can be for the people who are going through a the miscarriage/loss of a baby. Just try to be kind and gentle and most importantly be considerate! If you are a person who struggles with this; just a simple suggestion, imagine being in that person’s shoes and think before saying anything. Something this journey has taught me is you never know what a person is going through, a life skill I now feel I have added to my bow. Good things can come out of a bad situation!😝

Having to witness people’s responses/actions has been one of the darkest and hardest challenges I’ve ever faced! Everyday, miscarriage is on my mind and it never leaves me like a dark storm cloud! I’m still chasing our rainbow 🌈

The physical pain of a miscarriage is extremely overwhelming and can be soul destroying.

“Is my body capable of carrying a baby?” That is the question I always ask myself but no one is able to answer that and It is incredibly hard to cope with at times.

Unless you have been through this type of loss it is very hard to imagine, I understand that. We all have our thoughts, opinions and reactions about various situations in life. Which In my opinion is human nature. It builds our characters and personalities and makes us who we are! However, I have had a lot of remarks from people, that to be completely honest have at times shock me to my core.

The idea of this blog is to gently raise awareness and suggest ways how you can help someone you know going through loss of a baby. It also enables me to have my say and help me continue to move forward on my journey to hopefully….. motherhood! Writing is also is a great way of expressing my emotions. It’s a great coping mechanism and helps me with my anxiety and stress. I refer to it as ‘release writing’.

The emotional pain of a miscarriage has been a lot harder for me to come to terms with than I would have ever imagined. If you know someone who is going through this kind of loss, please think before you speak.

I consider the following words to be much kinder, gentler and most importantly considerate to those people suffering any kind loss.

1 Be kind and try and show as much empathy as you can manage (some people find this one tricky!)

2. Give a hug if you feel comfortable doing so.

3. Just listen.

4. Let that person know you are thinking of them (tell them that!) Sometimes just say it!!

Things to avoid…

1. Telling the person that has experienced a miscarriage, they will definitely be a mum! Uncertainty is part of life, no one knows what is around the corner. It’s probably said with love and good intent, but it is just not what is needed and not factual so therefore doesn’t help!

2. Tell them it wasn’t meant to be. (Just not helpful at all)

3. Sending a friend who has experienced Pregnancy loss your own scan picture of your pregnancy. I’m still shocked how people just don’t think! People need a filter but unfortunately it is not a skill many people learn in life.

4. Talking about other horrific miscarriage stories or even mention stillbirths you have heard of. This one just scares the living daylights out of me. The thought that next time I could go further along in my pregnancy and something worse than what I have experienced could happen! Talk about something else!

5. Don’t Offer to carry a baby for them, it is not helpful! I desire to hold my own baby that I’ve carried to term and I think a lot of women would say the same! It’s only different if a someone brings up the subject that they are looking for a surrogate. Otherwise! Not a good move to mention. Do not ask if they would adopt either! These comments I feel can come across as incredibly intrusive! It comes back again to being kind and considerate, and if you love that person you don’t want to come across like your not.

6. Do not ignore the person, even if you say nothing but “I’m sorry”. Silence can be devastating too! Who wants an elephant in the room! In this case silence is never golden. Just say something! K*I*S (keep it simple)

7. Ask them what their plan B is, it is not helpful. Anyone who has experienced grief understands and probably knows grief is a tough pill to swallow. Most of the time there isn’t a plan B. It’s just about riding the waves! Some days they are small waves, other days great huge waves! Plan b isn’t often on the agenda!

Some of these I have personally experienced, occasionally more than once, would you believe! I think there could be a simple message for anyone who knows someone going through loss! K*I*S (keep it simple)

At times I have experienced a lot more unhelpful comments than helpful ones. This I’m totally sure was never the intent! That’s why I wanted to do a blog on this topic. Stop, think and be considerate is totally and always necessary! On a positive note, I do have some beautiful supportive people in my life, the ones I consider to be emotionally intelligent with a lot of empathy. But it still seems to me people don’t know how to how to address the situation.

I think it’s sad, that with social media, and all our technology people seem to only share and promote all the good stuff. When it comes to a difficult topic such a miscarriage/grief it seems there’s a lack of education and even more to the point, a lack of coping strategies. Although I think the NHS is now offering a lot more care with mental health these days which is great! In my opinion, ones mental health does suffer after a traumatic time such as miscarriage. CBT is definitely something that has helped me through, and given me the tools in my box to help cope when I feel overwhelmed or stressed.

I hope in the future miscarriage will be talked about more because I feel it is still a taboo subject.

I wish you fellow rainbow 🌈 chasers reading this , lots of luck and babydust.

Unhelpful questions a woman who has suffered a MC gets asked?

This post is a very true tongue in cheek account of some of the questions and some things people have said to me. If anyone I know is reading this, i just want to set the record straight! This blog and non of my blogs are targeted at anyone in particular. Ive been asked many of the questions, more than once. I just want to share my story and be completely real.

During my 2 and half year fertility battle I have been asked many intrusive questions and had some responses that can be hurtful if your going through a tough time. I have been very open about loosing my 5 pregnancies, sometimes I feel it’s been detrimental. As I found, people generally try to fix the problem your going through…. Even though there is absolutely no fix for the grief your experiencing.

Here are some of the not helpful questions I have been asked lol!😂

What are you going to do if you can’t have a baby?

You haven’t been trying long?

You need to relax more?

How do you feel when you are around a baby?

How much sex are you having ?

I don’t know how you are coping?

If you need someone I will carry your baby for you?

If you have experienced a miscarriage you may or may not have been asked some of these!😬 Humans can be very intrusive and very inconsiderate.

I can truly say not one of these questions have been helpful in my healing process.

In my experience, thinking of you and I’m here for you! Is possibly all that is nessasary and the best tonic for the woman suffering, other than one with a gin init.

Rainbow 🌈 chaser

#recurrant miscarriage

My husband and I got married late 2017. We immediately started trying to concieve from our wedding day, we felt very excited about what the future would hold and we never thought our journey would be the most traumatic journey yet!

We fell pregnant fairly quickly, and I tested when my period was due and got a positive result. I immediately felt so excited and thrilled. This is happening so quick for us. Unfortunately this pregnancy ended before it had started. I was 5 weeks when I had a period which was to become the first of five pregnancy losses in 2 years!

I got pregnant again straight away and thought here we go again, this is it this time. Another 5 week marker that ended in sadness. Our third pregnancy was concieved January 2018 around my husband’s birthday ( at the time I thought it was a sign) all seemed to be going well, we had a scan at 6 weeks and 3 days to see a beautiful little flicker of a heart beat. I remember feeling elated and slightly relieved. Third time lucky! My pregnancy symptoms went from strength to strength and I started to feel what I thought was very pregnant.

At around 11 weeks I woke up and felt different … I can’t explain it but I now believe it’s a maternal instinct. I went to the toilet and wiped and noticed a faint pinkish tinge on the tissue. The sheer panic and dread consumed me. I insisted myself and my husband go for a scan that day. We were one week away from being in that “safe period” everyone talks about as if it’s a given . We arrived at hospital and the sonographer scanned me. I lay anxiously waiting for her voice…. To be told the fetal pole was only measuring 7 weeks 2 days, this can’t be possible I’m 11 weeks! It was the furthest along we had been. I sat waiting for something else. ” Im sorry there is no heartbeat ” did I hear right I thought, my heart skipped a beat or so it felt. There was a pause and the atmosphere in the room changed. I looked at my husband for reassurance, he was stunned! We were whisked into a private room which I now know is a Grief room in the hospital. We waited to see a doctor which seemed like at least an hour! Time stood still, we were traumatized and could barely speak but just held each other tightly.

The doctor came in and gave us some leaflets on miscarriage and told me we had just had a missed miscarriage. I was numb! He talked through our options, we opted for medical management but they requested I stay in hospital while a nurse administered the drugs up to my cervix to bring on fake labour, I would be staying in overnight.

I went up to the ward around 3.30 pm and by 4 pm I had the drugs put inside me. I had my own room which was nice and gave me some comfort at what seemed to be such a distressing moment. Looking back I was clueless as to what was going to happen . My husband left the hospital around 8 pm and I remember a dull aching pain coming and going for a few hours. I was now alone and the realisation of what was happening was stunning me like a rabbit in headlights. At 2 am on 10th April 2018 I was now in alot of pain, I felt sick and I was sweating. I felt like I needed to poo, wee and vomit all at once. It was horrific! I was now passing clots and tissue, it was very distressing. If we had known and understood this was going to happen my husband would of stayed with me. We were totally niave and unaware. For the next 3 hours I was in what I now know to be labour. I was feeling intense waves of heat, sickness and on top of it all terrified and alone! Around 5 am I remember feeling, like I needed a number 2 and in the bed pan below me I passed our baby (pregnancy sac). It was the weirdest experience ever as soon as I had passed it I felt instant relief. The pain was over but I bled for 2 weeks after that.

As I tried to pick myself up and dust this experience off the pain in my heart & head continued to grow. Our hearts longed for a baby. As we had had 3 miscarriages in a row, we were now referred to a recurrent MC specialist. These things take time! My appointment was scheduled for Jan 2019.

In the meantime from may 2018 we continued as we were told we could, to try to concieve again! We were mentally exhausted but if you want a baby what other option do we have I thought. So we tried for 7 cycles and nothing! Which is incredibly hard to believe when you have both been trying hard. Finally in November 2018 2 lines appeared on a first response early test. Omg! Its happening! The relief of getting pregnant after a long wait gave us a short amount of happiness.

To say by now I have a severe anxiety about being pregnant is an undestatment. We were completely terrified and we both were very anxious and didn’t know how to play it. Our Parents knew about the 3 MC, do we tell them we are pregnant again?! We did tell them because we are close to our families and part of us didn’t think we could loose another! Number 4 lost, 2 weeks before our Xmas New York trip. We went and had a great trip despite what we were faced with again!

We had an amazing Xmas In the big Apple, although the pain and mental torture never left me. But we got on and created some amazing memories and had a Xmas just for us two! To have met someone that I feel so alive and free with is just the most amazing feeling, I must never forget this. At least I have my life partner by my side, we are so strong we can get through anything!

I have personally held alot of guilt over our pregnancy trauma. Only being married a short time and experiencing such terrible loss so early on, I often feel bad for fixating and spending so much time and emotion on wanting a baby! I felt at times I was neglecting the most important person, and I often questioned have I enjoyed the NOW enough. But I’ve learnt through therapy that all these feelings are ok and natural and I have found a level of acceptance and it’s ok to have bad days.

So in January 2019, we got our much awaited appointment with the specialist. After a blood test I was diagnosed with elevated Natural killer cells. ( The body basically attacks pregnancy) ok I thought finally we have an answer! I started a steriod treatment plan which reduce and dampen down the NK cells. I also started using progesterone pessaries, both around ovulation. My experience so far with the steriods has been difficult to cope with at times. I have up and down mood swings, weight gain and have felt very irritable. But I kept telling myself if we get our rainbow baby it will be worth it! Trying to remain positive has always been an approach of mine, even in such challenging circumstances.

Another 8 cycles went by but did not get pregnant, my mental health felt like it was deteriorating by the minute. I was now consumed by grief and not knowing how to deal with it or manage it. Grief is a very hard pill to swallow and if you’ve been through a similar experience you will understand that. There is no on/off button to fertility! The struggles continue, all the time I had to keep smiling, work hard, keep the home and keep an element of normality. Where’s the life manual book I kept the thinking! Friends stay distant or so it seemed and alot of people don’t know how to be around you, so they completely ignore your grief! Which hurts like hell, when your on the recieving end. At this time, I started to review a lot of friendships and felt hurt by what I thought were people’s sloppy reactions and responses and even silence!

We finally went to a different consultant at a different hospital privately, who totally boosted out hopes and moral! We stopped the drugs for around 3 weeks on her guidance and I fell pregnant again for the fifth time! The consultant said start the steriods and progesterone so I did and I tried to clear my foggy miscarriage brain and stay positive this time. I found out I was pregnant on my late nans birthday so another sign I thought! The pregnancy seemed to be going well, I remember feeling calm and the most relaxed I have been throughout the 5 pregnancies. I really believed and had a feeling it would come good this time. I focused on having lots of rest, meditated lots. I ate well, I took things a little easier than normal and kept emitting positivity.

At 6 weeks we had a scan, another heartbeat flicker, we were pleased and I was taking each day as it came, trusting my body.

I felt alot calmer and relaxed than I had before and I found this reassuring as I generally have really good intuition.

Week 7, we went for a scan…. No heartbeat. I looked at my husband he was practically on the floor. I was shaking and couldn’t believe what was happening! Again! Severe distress consumed me all over, I was so dissapointed and completely broken. How can this happen again! We opted for medical management again, but this time I wanted to do it myself at home. We came away with the meds at week 8 and 9 and neither times did it bring on the “product of conception” aka our baby/our dream! It was our wedding anniversary around 10 week’s and we went abroad for a few days. I was in contact with the consultant, she assured me when I got back she would perform a D&C if I hadn’t passed it naturally by then.

So we were away and I was completely aware I was carrying our dead fetus inside me. By now it felt like my belly was slowly growing, I still felt pregnant and had symptoms of sore boobs etc. No one or nothing prepares you for this emotionally and mentally. I was away in the sunshine, I should feel happy but instead this dark cloud is over us. More salt in wound; on the flight on the way home we had a pregnant woman next to us, she was very nice. But it seemed that all the travel we’ve done, we have never had a pregnant lady next to us on a flight. She did ask at one point “do you have kids” to which I swiftly replied no and changed the subject. Society is very much like this I feel! I’ve learnt to not ask questions regarding fertility, as you never know what someone is going through. Another lesson maybe I was meant to learn in this greulling process.

These things seem to become very apparent when you are trying to have a successful pregnancy. Bumps pop up everywhere, you almost become a radar for what seems like easy pregnancies everywhere. Of course every one has their story! Not everyone is open or honest about!

We got back from Our trip and the consultant saw us a week later. She Gave me the third round of misoprostol. By this time I was coming up for 12 weeks . I look back and knowing I was carrying our baby round like my favourite hangbag everyday was extremely soul destroying. How can the body be so cruel!

I decided my body had really wanted this pregnancy and was failing to let it go! I hoped that maybe the next pregnancy would work for us and that this was kind of an extra rehersal and it would all be ok. The truth is we haven’t been able to find that out yet. We are still hopeful but a childless team!

Again when it finally happened, the consultant wanted us to try and catch the sac this time so she could send it off for chromosome tests! This gave us a little bit of a possibility of hope that we would get an answer and then a cure! I finally passed it in our bathroom, one morning getting ready for work! Wow! Just like that again a couple of hours of intense pain and contractions! It was all over and we were staring at our 12.5 week pregnancy sac, too much information maybe, but I’m all for being very honest and raising awareness. Also being REAL. It was the size of my fist and rather large. My hubby was shocked as he had not been with me when I passed our 3rd MC at the hospital. His comment at the time was “I just wanna stay at home and look at it all day!” We bagged it up and I took it to the hospital, another thing no one really talks about and is a very lonely place to be!

This post is very long, but I felt it all needs to be said! If you are still reading this and going through something similar it’s important to know you are not alone! 2 % of pregnant women experience two pregnancy losses in a row, and only about 1% have three consecutive pregnancy losses.Wow! we are in the 1% to which in itself is another traumatic slap in the face.

Our outcome is we are still trying and I’m still on medications to hopefully treat my high NK cells. I try to remain positive but everyday is different! Some are easier than others! some are still very dark days! There is no manual for grief! One thing I can come away learning is what doesn’t kill you brings you closer as a couple or hopefully! We remain strong and focused on getting our rainbow baby.

“I trust my body is doing all it needs to create,grow and deliver a healthy baby” this is a mantra I often say to myself in a moment of doubt and need.

Thank you for reading my journey so far.

Rainbow 🌈 chaser