It hasn't been a great week.

Clare suffered what we suspected was a miscarriage in the afternoon of New Years Day, after a visit to A&E on the day it was confirmed during an emergency appointment on Friday morning. We are both fine, but the last few days have been a bit of a rollercoaster emotionally, I'm sure we will still be feeling like it for a while to come yet. The worst thing about it was the time between the A&E visit and the scan the following day, during that time we didn't know for sure that a miscarriage had actually occurred, but it was hard to see it as anything else.
Now the medical side of things is all over, all that is left is for us to deal with the emotional aspects of it all, there is no text book to tell you how you *should* be feeling now and that is the biggest problem really. It's easy to feel guilty because you don't think you are feeling sad enough, at other times the guilt comes from feeling down for a long period. Fortunately we have a strong relationship and we manage to support each-other just when they need it, we're coping just fine.

A few "shouts" (not that the people concerned will read 'em):

The staff at our local Hospital, always professional, always compassionate, always friendly. In other circumstances it would have been a pleasure...

Our parents for their support and understanding (and childcare facilities).

Our friends because we know you'll be there if we need you.

Most importantly; Georgia, one smile from you fixes all of life's ills.

This might all sound a little melancholy but generally I'm not particularly down, I'm just having periods of quiet reflection mixed with a little sadness.