Is there every a happy ending

Happily there was, despite loosing such a precious gift, my other half survived and after much more heartache, medical intervention and councelling we went on to have a beautiful daughter who will be 1 in a couple of weeks and has just begin to crawl and walk aided....time to baby proof the house and lock up my instruments....

Having been through what we've been through I can only say that despite being almost middle-aged or nearing 20 depending on how you view your 40's and losing my job so near to the festive season amongst other things you are never to old to have children and enjoy life all over again....Yes, we'll never forget what has happened, all the heartache, pain, suffering etc but as one great philosopher once said..."What can't kill you, makes you stronger"

Gold fish and all that.....

And so we go on.....

OK so where were we...oh yes blood everywhere my daughter still born at 19 weeks and 1 day and my wife still pumping blood like a fire engine....Consultant's called and withing minutes he's assessed the situation and calling form a trauma team.....no b****Y anesthetist, surely there's more than one in the hospital...next thing we're running, nee sprinting to the nearest OR some two floors above us in another building...lifts corridors, lifts and stairs stand between us and saving the woman I love so much.......... 

We make it and then I'm shut out...sorry no family allowed in OR....four hours later in a scene from something like ER my wife is saved having had 8 yes eight pints of blood/saline put back into her....by this time I'm pulling what little hair I had out at the frustration of not knowing what was going on and living on a diet of hospital coffee and mars bars and I don't even like the darn things..... 

Sorry guys have to be more next time, painful.....

Things go wrong like buses, none for ages then two...

OK so our precious daughter as born and lost..........but the more pressing thing was that my wife was losing blood like nothing on earth and fading fast....something had to be done....

Hot stuff...

Read in the paper  a few days ago that 55 is the new start of middle age rather than 40....hey that means I'm still young!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GONE BANG......

The consultant scanning, looked more serious than a judge passing the death sentence back in Victorian times....as you have probably gathered things were not good....my first daughters’ head had engaged and there was no foetal heartbeat, which basically meant that at 19 weeks and 1 day my daughter would be still-born....we played the waiting game and at 12:31 on that fateful Sunday in May, with me assisting my beautiful first daughter was born....tall, blonde and beautiful, so two out of three of her father’s attributes wasn’t bad.....The Doctor called her dead on delivery and left us to comfort each other with the midwife who at that moment became a friend and our daughters’ Godmother....Only there was a problem..........

Going pear-shaped

 So the dying strains of “Wish you were here” have long since faded and we’re back in the same cubicle in Rhesus as before...more tubes, monitors etc....but still the little one is holding on....up to the ward at 6am, sorry skipping over the medical bits but suffice to say that in my head I was playing “Comfortably Numb”....yes OK you’ve guessed it I’m a big Pink Floyd fan.....anyway back to the hospital....and yes, we’re even back in the same room as before on the ward, with the same staff.......

So the consultant isn’t due to start rounds until 09:00hrs on a Sunday so let’s try and get some sleep....oh no.....it’s gas & air all the way for the duration. Consultant must have been called because at 09:00 he’s in to see us and books a scan for 11:30 the same day as things have begun to stabilise......”Don’t panic......and no the answer is not 42”

Anyway it’s off to the scan room for yet another scan...you all know the drill by now....only this time it’s different.......................