The Missing BBC series 2

The Missing BBC series 2

If you haven’t been watching, why the hell not? where have you been? 

With the penultimate episode just aired this evening, with yet another amazing cliffhanger. The missing Series 2 has to be the best I have seen in a long time. excellent writing and fantastic cast. 

I think a lot of fans would agree that you almost feel like booking tickets to Switzerland to rescue those girls and give Baptiste a hug, bless him. 

Does anyone else think Lena Garber is in the basement? or maybe she was the one burning in the shed? 

Can’t wait for the final episode, next Wednesday at 9pm on BBC One. 

And waited…

And waited…

“I’m really sorry”

That next hour or so was a difficult one, deciding whether to take medical management or just wait was awful. 

The expert advice was to go with medical management to help start the miscarriage, but I still had a conscience. I went over and over it in my head, how can I do that to our baby, even though the baby had died. It felt immoral the facts, our feelings, our religious beliefs, my personal opinion, it all mattered. I still felt like I would be murdering a child, our child. 

I went back the next day for a second scan to check it was all true and that there really wasn’t a heart beat because if I decided to take the pill it had be on the basis that there was no heaetbeat, no soul, no life.

I then got told at work I was likely to loose my Job, but I had a week off booked which was supposed to be a week in Greece, we decided not to go and deal with our loss.

I could leave it all to nature but then the consultant said there were risks for me with things like blood clots or take the pill and stay in hospital for observations. Still though taking that pill would be a big deal but we had to decide and I still wasn’t sure.
 

Image source: I. W. Gregorio

Getting back on track?

Getting back on track?

Lanzarote was a weather risk and everyone kept telling us it would be cold now so we did pack a jumper or two just incase but to be honest, we decided that getting away regardless of the weather was the main thing. 

That week in Lanzarote though, I kid you not, was the hottest they had had in a late November for years. We actually felt like we were being blessed with such a great place and the beach was absolutely awesome. We did nothing but chill and eat, haha! 

The bleeding actually stopped and I felt I was on the bend, finally the only physical reminder I had was my round belly but I felt ready to get back on the fitness ladder.

Christmas time came and wet, me and hubby were definitely back in the fitness game, well hubby was always on it but I was taking smaller steps, so got in touch with my personal fitness trainer and got stuck right into it. 

I was doing really well and a few months later hubby and I decided we could give it another go on the baby front and puff!(…yep there was a wand involved, haha) I missed a period. We were expecting and decided to see how it goes before we broke the news. 

Soon though hubby felt comfortable with anouncing to the family about pregnancy but I really didn’t want to. We talked about it for days and eventually I thought ok it’s not long till the first scan so fine but still I wasnt 100% happy with it. why? I think for me I just wanted to get past the first scan and know things were ok this time. Everybody is different you should go with what you feel is right. 

So the announcement was made and most people were happy and looking forward to the baby.  Hubby and I were grateful but remained grounded though as we knew any thing can happen.

Blimey though, news flew across the nation like wild fire and everybody knew in a matter of days. Ok, people may have been excited or just wanted to spread the news but in no exaggeration it felt a bit over the top, for me anyway. I let it go though, focused on not stressing out and with that we booked to go to Greece as we would be in safe zone for traveling after the scan.

The cravings were out of this world and morning sicknes was horrible. I was feeling sick all day long as well as whilst I was sleeping, so ginger ale became my Saviour. Hubby would bring me dry crackers and tea first thing in morning, so I would have energy to get out of bed and being at work became hard work especially at lunch times with the smells, yuk! 

The day of the scan came around… my tummy feeling cold with the ultrasound gel, we watched our baby on the screen and waited..

It’s the last series.

After Vampire Diaries ended there was a bit of a null for me but hubby was relieved, even though he refuses to watch it he does find himself drawn to TVD but he just resists the urge. I don’t blame him though the whole thing is nearly over so starting now would be pointless and annoying for me with all the questions I know he would come out with. 

The problem is though for over a year I have tried to get him to watch some sort of series with me but just didn’t want to. I did persist though and continue to tempt him with a few box sets but eventually left it.

Then out of the blue one evening he goes it would be good to watch a series together. what? hey! after all this time, now he wants to watch something. ok ok let’s keep this relaxed and let him lead the conversation and don’t be too excited what did you have in mind?…this is when the fun started. Basically to cut a long story short we now follow 2; Hunters and WestWorld. 

The only frustrating thing is though that we are always 2 to 3 episodes behind, because just dont get a chance to watch them but at the same time I guess this is good, as we can do more than 1 in a straight run and it is way better on catch up with out the adverts.

Plus BBC Aprentice is back on and this series has been quite entertaining.

So if you don’t already know, Vampire Diaries is back, woop! I mean, I was super excited when I saw ‘recorded’ on my Skype Planner and that’s when hubby went straight to bed, hehe.

It is the very last series though (sniff sniff), so I’m looking forward to how they wrap this all up and whether Elena comes back or not, apparently she will? 

The first time…

The first time…

Hey?! … Na, I’m probably just feeling hot so go back to sleep, no way am I getting up before the alarm goes off

I roll over in bed and can still feel strange and uncomfortable but I ignore it, it’s too early and I want to sleep, feel so tired but somethings not right and I feel damp and gooey down there. 

Ugh, fine I’ll go to the bathroom with my eyes closed so I can get back to sleep quickly after the loo. 

As I walk to closer to the bathroom I begin wake up more and realise, omg I started my period, it was Monday morning after a big family pre-wedding function and the last thing I felt like I needed was a period at work. Well I guess it wasn’t during the function but still, Meh.

I walked in to the bathroom and pulled my pyjamas down and What the f**k! it was like a mini massacre. What the hell, this is gunna be a heavy one I thought. So I took my pyjamas off and set them aside but as I sat down, immediately, I was wide awake it was red everywhere, blood was flowing out like a full running tap (or so it felt like). It was all so quick, as when I thought it had stopped it all started again and then I felt drained, tired and weak. My tummy was in pain and feeling numb. Hang on…

1 day earlier 

Have you eaten? 

Yeah just had some with the rest of the girls!

Oh good you look so much better now. The colour has returned to your face 

Oh ok!

Hey, what was wrong with the colour of my face I thought. I then realised I was actually feeling much better and the food had restored the energy I was obviously lacking. Maybe it’s just the period time thing and the whole event, with so much going on it can get draining. I hate periods, they’re so annoying!

My instinct told me straight away, I knew it. Theres no other explanantion…I’m a having a miscarriage.

I waited for things to calm down and sorted my self out and was about to go find hubby when there was a knock on the door…. 

That morning i rang in sick to work, I made an appointment to see the doctor and was also sent to the hospital for a scan and check up. They confirmed our thoughts but we were in great care and they were really supportive. 

We went to the Gurdwara and did our Ardaas. On the way out we bumped in to the Mahant (religious superior) who gave us words of wisdom and strengt, Which was nice because we hadn’t told anyone but there is no questioning someone like a Mahant they are just on another level and know what to say at the right time.

Hubby and I decided to keep this to ourselves for the time being for many reasons and it was a lot easier to deal with and move on. I miscarriaged for about 4 months, where I was in and out of hospital for checks and was always confirmed there was nothing wrong except my body clearing out so to speak and should calm down eventually. 

In the Indian culture when a woman gives birth or has a loss she usually has special foods made for her with lots of mmineral and nutrients dense properties for healing, usually called panjeeri, but as we hadn’t told anyone this would have been a little difficult to get made for me except a couple of weeks later my sister inlaw gave birth to her son and puff I had 2 box fulls dropped into my hands, to which I gladly accepted. 

A lot of people don’t like this stuff but I love nuts, oats and seeds. my tip is to add it on your cereal, breakfast oats or have it like muesli. It is ground for easy digestion post birth so maybe start off with 1 table spoon and build up slowly through out the day. it is really good for you and you can wash it down with your favourite hot drink. 

Another tip is that I get the ladies to make mine in to bar shapes just like oat bars and that makes it into a great treat and on the go snack. 

At around 3 months I realised I was experiencing physical trauma and after talking with hubby we decided to go on holiday. It was a different kind of holiday, as beach holidays isn’t what we would usually go for but this time it seemed really appealing. It was November time and Europe was obviously getting cold so we weren’t spoilt for choice but we were stressed out and needed both physical and mental RnR.

So off we went to Lanzarote…