Julie Warrick

Now my rugby season has started I will be slotting in some long and short runs in-between training to get me 10k ready.

More onto my why. It's not a story I tell everyone, I usually keep this one for the deep conversations as it's quite a heavy one. 

I returned to work on Monday 10th Jan after taking some extra holiday allowance. After tending to clients I nipped to the toilet and found some spotting, nothing alarming but enough for me to keep an eye. The rest of the day went by in the blink of eye and it wasn't until later that night I realised something wasn't right. I was bleeding a little more so we rang the maternity unit at the hospital. They assured me this can happen and to pop a pad on and keep an eye on it. Not much time had past and I felt this sudden drop but nothing was there. I went to the toilet and thats when it started. Blood was everywhere, it was like something out of a horror film. Nothing could have ever prepared me for it. We rang the maternity unit back and they told me I had to go to A&E so we got cleaned up as much as we could and bundled into the car in the wee hours of the morning. We arrived at A&E with a near empty waiting room but the 20 minute car ride and constant stream of blood had me covered in it again. I was left sitting in A&E covered in my own blood waiting for someone to see me. After being triaged and asked questions like "how did I know I was pregnant" and "how much blood had I lost" I was sent back out to sit and wait. We were then taken through to the ward. Again I was asked questions that made me feel like they didn't believe me. I was poked and prodded by many medical professionals and was told I need to wait for an internal ultrasound. I sent my husband home to get some sleep as I knew what was coming. I knew deep down we had lost our precious little baby. The nurse looking after me was so attentive and supportive, I am forever grateful for every single thing she done for me. After what felt like forever another professional come in with equipment for the internal ultrasound. That was probably one of the most traumatic parts. She delivered the news in a very clinical way, "complete miscarriage" in the early am of 11th Jan 2022, packed up her machine and left the room. The wonderful nurse, who was around my age, helped me to the shower and washed me whilst I sat there like a zombie. A shadow of the woman I was the previous morning. She then got me dried and back to bed. A nurse popped back later that morning to ask what we wanted to do with the baby. We had the option to have the baby released for a funeral or to have the baby cremated by the hospital where the ashes would be scattered at Roucan Loch in the Forest of Remembrance. We chose the latter so we knew they would never be alone and so that we had somewhere that was beautiful to go when times are tough and take Lewis to be close to them.

Without the support of our friends, families and charities such as SANDS & Tommy's we couldn't have made it through one of the hardest times of our lives 🤍

Over the past year I have found myself running to keep my mental health in check and decided it was time to push my distance so why not choose a cause close to my heart to keep me ticking over the challenging distance of my first 10k 🤍

I'm not expecting any donations as I do these kinds of things solely for myself however if you are in the position to and would like to donate, any donation great or small would mean so much 🥰