Newspaper article The Evening Standard (London, England)

'I Was Racked with Guilt, Wondering If There Was Something That I Didn't Do to Prevent a Miscarriage'

Newspaper article The Evening Standard (London, England)

'I Was Racked with Guilt, Wondering If There Was Something That I Didn't Do to Prevent a Miscarriage'

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Annabel Heseltine is 39 years old and 35 weeks pregnant with twins conceived with the help of IVF treatment. She has suffered two ectopic pregnancies and three years ago suffered a miscarriage

WHEN Cherie Blair announced that she was pregnant with Leo, I had just suffered a miscarriage. I remember thinking that all the world seemed pregnant and that while I cried, the world rejoiced in her fecundity. It seems an irony now that as I am about to give birth to twins, it is the Prime Minister's wife who has suffered a miscarriage. She may already have four children but my heart goes out to her. The fact that she has a large family, a highflying career and a husband running the country will not matter much to Cherie who now has to come to terms with the loss of a baby and the end of the dreams which accompany the arrival of every new child.

Losing a baby is traumatic under any circumstances. I had already lost two babies when I miscarried at the age of 36 in Africa.

The first two pregnancies, both in the previous year, had been ectopic and terminated, so when I got pregnant again while on holiday with my husband we were overjoyed. I was too far away from a chemist or hospital to be able to test but within two weeks of conception I was feeling sick and dizzy and there were strange sensations in my womb.

The increased risk of another ectopic meant that I would have to be scanned before the end of my sixth week of pregnancy, nevertheless, I calculated I had enough time to accept a commission to write a report on a Wildlife Conservancy in Northern Kenya.

This meant staying out a further two weeks

after the end of our holiday. Looking back I shall always wonder if that decision was the reason for the miscarriage. All through those two weeks I felt funny; nervous and excited but also vulnerable. I missed my husband very much.

The day I was due to fly back to England I realised something was wrong. It was sixthirty in the morning and I was alone, everybody had been out since dawn. I kept hoping the bleeding would stop. The nearest hospital was a several-hour ride of rough driving over bumpy roads. Finally I got through to my husband on a satellite phone with dodgy batteries borrowed from a neighbour. "Give me two hours and then call back, I'll find out what to do," Peter said croakily. When I did, his reaction scared me.

He had spoken to an obstetrician at St Mary's Paddington specialising in older women's pregnancies. I had to get myself to Nairobi immediately and have a scan that afternoon.

If this pregnancy was also ectopic and caught in the fallopian tube it would be too dangerous for me to fly home. I just had time to tell Peter to ring Trish, a friend in Nairobi, before the phone went dead.

When my tiny plane touched down in Nairobi two hours later, Trish was waiting to rush me to Nairobi hospital. …

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