Hi, just thought i would update this thread a few months down the line as i hope it will help someone else in this position.
The weeks and months after i gave birth were incredibly hard. I cried every day for about three months.... the smallest thing would tip me over the edge as the realisation of the last few months hit me time and time again. Someone likened it to a parallell universe, particuarly as my due date approached. I ended up going back to work (grudgingly) at the beginning of August, the monday after i should have finished. It was shit.... my Outlook diary fired a hundred and one reminders for antenatal appointments and i was sobbing by 10am. My manager was pretty useless! Collegues struggled to find any words to break the ice and several went out of their way to avoid me completely. But, it got easier and a month in and it felt like i had never been away (even if some collegues STILL havent spoken to me!). Those early days, we didnt want to see or speak to anyone. Noone could understand how we were feeling, and repeating the same answers to the same questions was draining. But, as the days and werks passed, it became soothing to get out, see people and be 'normal'. That first friday night drink with my friend was tough, i burst into floods of tears three times in about two hours! But, we (and our friends and family) soon got used to our new 'normal".
At home, it was hard going as DH struggled to come to terms with the loss after ignoring it for weeks. And with my due date approaching and impending post mortem and funeral growing closer it got tougher. As much as he was trying to support me and put on a brave face, i could see he was hurting. Probably more as he had shut it out so long.
The funeral (at the end of August) was a big turning point. The PM results were imminent but it felt lile a big release to get through this day. The PM results we have had since have confirmed that we made the right decision (i spent many a night racked with guilt that we had made a mistake!). If he had gone to term, he would have suffered a fatal seizure during or soon after birth. I look back now thinking that labpur and the end result was the most amazing thing i have ever done. No it wasnt the outcome we wanted but gradually it is the overwhelming love, not the loss, we are feeling. It gets better....
Today, we have a framed photo sat in our bedroom of our little boy clutching his teddy. I only regret not taking more pictures as it brings me so much comfort.
My due date was surreal.... we both took a day off work to do 'something'. To me it wasnt really that meaningful as we now have a birthday but for DH it was a big deal. We decided on a long country walk and a pub lunch. But in the morning, frustrated and upset by the lack of AF (which i thought had got back to normal the previous month) decided to take a pregnancy test. It was positive (explainedwhy i was 2 days late!!). We cried, shook and were stunned by disbelief. I am now 11.5 weeks pregnant and gradually coming to terms with the fact that we may have a baby to take home with this one.
I just want to say thanks for all the help and hope i can pay it forward one day x