Name changed.
I am so drained. Life has broken me down to the point where I'm just flat, I don't even know where to start...
Last week I had a miscarriage at 11 weeks. She would have been our third child.
Our first baby was stillborn at 38+2.
We do have one child who is with us, she is 6 months old.
I started bleeding on Monday last week, scan on Thursday confirmed complete miscarriage.
Phone call on Friday (day after) that my uncle (who we are very close to, like a second father) is now on a palliative care ward & not expected to live for much longer (oesophageal cancer with significant spread). He died on Tuesday.
I am tired from the crying.
I was told by DH that he had accepted the miscarriage and he had more pressing things to worry about, like work and that nothing could be done so no point dwelling on it. That was on the day I went for the scan, by myself.
When I said to him "but you were excited about the baby" he replied "yeah I was and now I'm not".
On Sunday, we spent a lot of time in hospital, waiting to see my uncle if possible. DH had a "face on" - I ask him what is wrong and he moans that he's bored. I tell him to go home then but he says there's no point and continues with the face. That was the last day I saw my uncle alive.
I am struggling with our six month old sometimes, I love her immensely, of course but being a mum can be challenging and a little help is appreciated every now and again. For all the help I do get, I may as well be on my own.
DH comes home from work last night at 6 ish, goes out to pub at half 7 and returns at 11:30. Proceeds to vomit because he's smashed and then acts like everything is ok today.
This is not the first time this has happened - also did this when DD was 3 weeks old. He was so drunk he was lying face down in the kitchen throwing up. Not what I needed when I had a 3 week old baby and I was treading water so fast but still nearly drowning under the enormity of becoming a mother to a real live baby.
When do I get a break? I don't.
When do I get down time? I don't.
I don't really want a significant amount of time away from DD, I just want a hand every now and then. And maybe even a little bit of comfort from the one person who is supposed to care.
H hasn't come to bed, presume he's sleeping on the sofa.
We have barely spoke today.
Rant done. Just needed to get that off my chest.