Touching a chord [Guest post]

So, having signed up for Little Mummy's guest post swap last week, I was paired with the very lovely Becky from Single Mummy. We were asked to write a guest post for each other's blogs - so that's what we did.


Without further ado, here's her post that she wrote for me. It's a lovely, touching piece describing something she's not written about before. Read and enjoy - I did.

Touching a chord

When Little Mummy paired me up with “Potential Mummy B” for the guest blog post day, I immediately popped over to this blog and had a good mooch around to see what My Baby Adventure was all about. It is always fascinating to read a new blog and to meet someone new even if just in cyberspace.

Being a mum of 2 young children I am lucky that I have successfully given birth twice and I am therefore already where Potential Mummy B wants to be. BUT getting there was not a straightforward experience. Her miscarriage post struck a real chord with me as I’ve been there too.

It’s not something I’ve told many people, too personal I guess, but why don’t people discuss early baby loss? Is it because it often happens, like to me, and so soon after you get that little blue line that no one even knew you were pregnant? How can you tell people that something is over when they didn’t know it had begun?

For me this was my second pregnancy so I assumed that I would sail through it as easily as the first. So when the pregnancy test came up positive I immediately began planning the next 9 months. A couple of days later I started bleeding and immediately got an emergency appointment at my GP. They then sent me up to the specialist unit at my local hospital. The staff in the unit were very understanding and caring but I was on my own as my husband was at work 2 hours away. The worse thing is that once it had started there was nothing I could do to stop it. It doesn’t really help to know that 15% of pregnancies end in miscarriage for whatever reason. From one of the private side rooms came the heart-rending sobs as presumably another woman’s dream had come to an abrupt end.

A couple of months later one of my best friends announced that she was expecting a baby with a due date almost exactly the same as for the one I lost. I felt happy for her but it brought back my loss. Luckily the next month I fell pregnant again and this time it led to the safe arrival of my lovely son. I do sometimes wonder what kind of baby I would have had if the pregnancy hadn’t failed but I wouldn’t change my son for anything.

Until now I hadn’t told many people about what happened but I think we ought to talk about miscarriage more. If this blogpost touches a chord with you then check out the Miscarriage Association’s website for more information.

I'm a laaaaaaaady (blogger)

OK, so I've taken a break from searching for a white debutante dress and walking around the kitchen with all my cookbooks on my head to let you all in on a very exciting development in my blogging life.

I have awoken this morning to find an acceptance email from The Lady Bloggers Society. Whoo!

Being new to the world of blogging and Twitter I'm still going hell for leather (whatever the heck that actually means - something my Mum says!) at the networking, reading, surfing, following and writing thing. I just can't get enough. But all my hard work (is it really work though? When I enjoy it so much!?) is paying off as I'm receiving responses to my blogs, getting links to relevant websites and being accepted by such lovely (and brand new) societies as this!

So no I can proudly display the following button:




The Lady Bloggers Society is a new networking site where us female types with a penchant for blogging our innermosts can 'meet' (in a virtual sense of the word) other people with lady bits who also like to put their happenings, thoughts and feelings down in words on this inter-hyper-global-virtual world that is the Internet.

Feeling a little society or button envy? Pay a visit, have a read, see what you think, maybe join... go on, what have you got to lose?

Have fun!

From a stupidly over excited (and possibly not very ladylike at this very moment) Potential Mummy B