Ladies,
Thank you all for your concern, I've been reading the posting and keeping up with what's going on, just haven't had the strength to post, bit of an emotional rollercoaster.
Wednesday was difficult as I had to travel over to the funeral directors to drop off 2 teddies for them to put in with Joseph. I couldn't park and was so stressed out by the time I got there I was in a right state. I eventually handed over the teddies and then spent the journey home in floods of tears (don't know how I didn't crash the car) worrying that the lady I gave them too would forget they were Joseph and he would go with no teddies to look after him. In the end DH called the funeral directors just to double check they had them and knew what to do with them - panic over!
Thursday came, it was a nice sunny morning. We drove to the crematorium in silence. The service was held in a small, intimate room, which was nice as it was only myself, DH and DD, but because the room was small it didn't feel overwhelming. I decided to carry the coffin, I felt very strongly I brought Joseph into the world and I wanted to carry him. I didn't want to spend a lot of money on flowers and I remembered what Lins said about the coffin being small, so I bought a couple of bunches of frescia (my fav flower) arranged them and tied them with blue ribbon and they were put on top of the his coffin. The service was lovely, the hospital chaplin was very kind and I can honestly say it was exactly the service I wanted for him. My DD had written a poem on Wednesday night and she was adamant she wanted to read it out at the service, as soon as we got there though she was sobbing so much she couldn't read it so the chaplin did. It was so lovely of DD to write the peom (she's such a sensitive soul) she cryed for the whole service but in a way that made me stronger. I managed to hold back the tears until the service was over and they played You'll never walk alone and then the 3 of us just sat there and cryed and cryed. It was a sad sad, heartbreaking day, but comforting at the same time, in a strange way.
DD was very very upset though and when we got back home we said she could chose to do something so she said she would like to go to Legoland so we went off there for the afternoon. She had lots of fun and I managed a few smiles but the heartache never leaves you. It didn't help either that I think every pregnant woman in Berkshire was at Legoland on Thursday, I swear every other woman I saw was pregnant. I kept analysing them all trying to work out how far gone they were, how old they were, how many other children they had. I felt very angry and hard done by.
I didn't make it into work on Friday, DD had been up quite a bit in the night upset so she didn't go to school and I stayed off work. It was a funny day, I felt I can't stay in this constant state of sadness, I have to try and move on. Not put it behind me or forget but just try and live with it as best I can and move on. I went to see a friend on Friday night who didn't even know I was pregnant so that was difficult to tell her I was pregnant but had given birth the momth before. I sobbed, she tried to understand but I know she can't really understand as she's never been through what I've (we've) been through.
Saturday was a new day and I had a bit of retail therapy, spent 16 and a half grand on a new car (as you do). Didn't really make me feel any better and cryed myself to sleep. I try and be strong and if I can keep myself occupied it's not too bad, but it's in those quiet moments I go to pieces.
Lins - I really know how you feel about the guilt thing. I find it all consuming and all I keep saying is I killed my boy. I truely feel I did. I took the tablets and DH and I took the decision that ultimately ended Josephs's life. DH keeps reminding me why we made the decision and I know in my heart of hearts what he is saying is totally right and the reasons behind our decision still stand, it doesn't help the guilt or make me feel any less guilty though. My DD will go into school tomorrow and tell her friends she attended her brothers funeral on Thursday as he died, but he didn't really die, I chose to kill him. Those thoughts / feelings just don't go away - I'm not sure they will ever go away.
I mentioned in my original post I've suffered very badly with PND and I'm quite a depressive person anyway, in my every day life, I have low self-esteem, feelings of worthlessness, like I'm not worthy of love, happiness and constant guilt about everything I do. The past 5 weeks have just played to my insecurities and now I just feel, "I knew I was a horrible person, just look what I've done". I'm living a life in hell at the moment. I've got to try and work through it though, and believe me when I say you girls are my lifeline at the moment. I know you just get what I'm saying and know how I feel as you've been there, it helps so much.
Bee - really feel for you after the weekend. Hope now you're home you are feeling a bit brighter. I know when we went to Cornwall for the first week of Easter, as soon as we got there I knew I shouldn't be there and wanted to come home.
Hope your first week back at work goes OK, I'll be thinking of you tomorrow.
Justa - hope your DS is OK. Sounds like you've had a pretty traumatic day.
Bezzyk - hope you're feeling slightly better and recovering from your tonsillitis.
Take care all, good night god bless. Marj xxx