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On October 6th 2020, we had a scan at our fertility clinic when I was 8 weeks pregnant, where we were told that our embryo’s heart had stopped bleeding. We were experiencing a missed miscarriage.

We were shocked because I had strong pregnancy symptoms – nothing had told me that my embryo had stopped growing. I was told to call my GP to get an appointment at the Early Pregnancy Assessment Unit – which I did, for the following Friday. In the meantime, the clinic told me to stop my medication, and wait for the inevitable.

I googled frantically, having no idea what a miscarriage would entail. I suddenly realised, there isn’t a lot of information out there on what physically happens, what it feels like, etc. There wasn’t a lot out there, except one woman’s experience on a blog which I found really helpful. So I thought I’d write mine out too- not focusing on the emotional toll of a miscarriage, but on what actually happened.

For the most part, things continued as normal for that week. I had quite bad nausea, which seemed pretty unfair considering my baby had stopped growing, and I was very upset. On the 9th October I went into the Early Pregnancy Assessment Unit at Birmingham Womens Hospital, where they re-confirmed what the clinic had told me had happened, but because the embryo was so small, it is procedure to wait 7 days to double check. So they booked me in for a follow up scan for the following Friday, where they would give me the options for a procedure had the miscarriage not resolved naturally. I remember sitting in the waiting room with two other women who were discussing why they were there, and being so jealous that these ladies probably weren’t going to lose their babies (I don’t remember the reasons but they were minor).

***This next bit gets graphic, so stop here if queasy!***

We appreciate that travel is a no go in times of Covid and this post is not shared to encourage travel. Purely to share an experience that we look back on fondly.

I read yesterday that it was Blue Monday. The most depressing day of the year. Although the day was named by travel agents to encourage people to think of travel. It wasn’t so blue for us. We couldn’t book travel but we could enjoy our travels from the past.

Gran Canaria is one of the Canary Islands located off the coast of northwestern Africa and was the destination for our winter sun break.

My parents have visited the island for 2 weeks each January for the past 15 years and this year we decided to join them. Cheap flights from Birmingham to Las Palmas made for a cost effective break and as my parents had hired a car the island was super accessible when we wanted to explore.

As the Canary Islands are owned by Spain you can expect similar benefits – the locals speak good English and are always happy to help, Paella and Sangria deals are available at most restaurants and Euro is the currency. Oh and it’s warmer than the UK at any given point.