Last year, in October 2009, I was 34 weeks pregnant with my second child, a little boy. One night I awoke in severe pain and was rushed to hospital. After four hours of trying to find out what was wrong, the medics took me to theatre and performed a c-section.
It was found that my womb had rotated 180 degrees and was now back to front and torn in several places. Unfortunately our baby son Charlie died and I was seriously ill and loosing blood rapidly. I was resuscitated twice and had to have 5 litres of blood and platelets replaced. I was in a coma for 3 days after surgery but have now recovered fully.
I want to thank everyone who donates blood and say a big thank you from my four year old daughter as she still has her mummy around to give her big cuddles. Without those generous gifts of blood I would not be here today and my daughter would not have her mum.
To me, everyone who donates blood is a hero and I hope they carry on donating and persuading family and friends to do the same. It’s such an important special thing to do and even though you might not feel it at the time, or ever hear from the people you help, we are all very grateful.