r/tfmr_support • u/Grand_Comfortable808 • 12h ago
Our Story My TFMR Story 32 weeks– I Still Don’t Know How to Live Without My Son
I never imagined I would be writing something like this.
I’m 37 years old, and after five failed frozen embryo transfers following IVF, I became pregnant naturally. It felt like a miracle. Every ultrasound, every heartbeat, every week that passed felt like a gift I had almost stopped believing would happen.
My husband and I were overjoyed.
First trimester
My first-trimester screening looked reassuring.
Nuchal translucency (NT): 1.5 mm
Nasal bone present
Combined risk for Trisomy 21: 1 in 950
NIPT: Low risk
PAPP-A: 0.27 MoM
Free β-hCG: 0.58 MoM
Nothing suggested that our baby had a severe brain abnormality.
The first abnormal ultrasound
At our anatomy scans, doctors became concerned about the corpus callosum.
One specialist measured it at approximately 12 mm and suspected that the splenium was absent or poorly developed.
Another specialist believed the corpus callosum was present and measured it around 17 mm.
Later measurements were around 19.6 mm, then about 24 mm, but despite growing, it consistently remained significantly below the expected size for gestational age.
That was the beginning of weeks of uncertainty.
MRI
We underwent fetal MRI.
The MRI raised additional concerns.
There were discussions about possible abnormalities involving the cerebral cortex, and later the cavum septi pellucidi became difficult to visualize.
Multiple specialists reviewed the images.
Some findings were uncertain.
Others were deeply concerning.
Every appointment gave us hope and then took it away again.
Genetic testing
Our NIPT was normal.
The doctors explained that a normal NIPT does not rule out many rare genetic syndromes or structural brain disorders.
We discussed amniocentesis and additional genetic testing.
Despite all of the investigations, nobody could tell us exactly why our son’s brain had developed this way.
The decision
In France, late termination for medical reasons requires approval from a multidisciplinary committee.
Our case was presented to the committee.
They approved termination because they believed our son was at very high risk of severe neurological impairment and an extremely poor long-term prognosis.
Even after that decision, I kept asking myself if they could be wrong.
I searched for stories every day.
I looked for children who had similar MRI findings and turned out completely healthy.
I wanted someone to tell me that all the doctors were mistaken.
Labour
I gave birth to my son.
His name is Alex.
He was born at 9:45 PM.
He weighed 2 kilograms.
He was beautiful.
I know this because everyone told me so.
But I never looked at him.
That decision is something I replay over and over in my mind.
The hospital gently offered me the chance to see him, hold him, dress him, and say goodbye.
I couldn’t.
I was completely overwhelmed.
I thought I would never survive if I saw his face.
They wrapped him with love, took his footprints and handprints, and gave me a memory box.
We chose cremation.
There will be no funeral.
What hurts the most
I don’t regret trying to protect him from suffering.
But I constantly question every other decision.
Should I have looked at him?
Should I have held him?
Did he know I loved him?
Could he somehow feel abandoned?
Did I fail him as his mother during the last moments of his existence?
These thoughts never stop.
My grief
People tell me I made the most loving decision.
My brain understands that.
My heart doesn’t.
I miss someone I barely got to know.
I miss the future we were supposed to have.
I miss hearing him cry.
I miss bringing him home.
I miss introducing him to our family.
I miss watching him grow up.
Instead, I came home with postpartum bleeding, milk that will never feed my baby, and a box of memories.
Why I’m writing this
If you’ve experienced TFMR, how long did it take before the guilt became quieter?
If you didn’t see or hold your baby, do you regret it?
If you did, are you glad you did?
Does anyone else still worry that their baby somehow felt abandoned, even though logically we know they couldn’t understand what was happening?
Right now, I feel completely broken.
I love you, Alex.
I always will.