Hi Fufulina and Lisbeth,
I am so sorry that your place is on this thread as well. You have come to a safe and warm place, but so unfair that you had to.
I decided to let my baby girl go at 22 weeks due to severe brain anomalies. It?s 10 weeks ago today and I still struggle, although I am in a much better place than in February. Silvia was ? and always will be, actually ? my first baby, and if I feel more able to cope with the daily life now it is because of a wonderful dh and the ladies in here.
I recognise myself in your words, in your grief and your rawness. Even if we all cope differently, the pain is the same. Fufulina, the day when I left my baby at the hospital has been one of the hardest of my life, and same as you, all I wanted to do was go back and see her one more time. I didn?t in the end, but it hurt so much. It?s such early days for you, I?m not surprised that you need to cry whenever you feel like it. I cried buckets in the first few weeks and still am, some days. I was actually furious to read that you have been asked why the labour was so long!!! You know people just don?t have any idea, but in these early days, when you are so very fragile, it hurts so much.
Don?t worry about not sharing the names of your two precious babies ? it has been said so many times in here, there is no right or wrong. You might want to in the future, or you might not want to, and it?s ok no matter what you choose. I found it very comforting to write Silvia?s name in here, because no one in RL (well, almost no one) seems to acknowledge that she has been a real baby, that we don?t love her less because she was ill and not born at 40 weeks. But there are no rules, there is only what you feel is right for you.
About the funeral: we chose to have a cremation, then bury the ashes. I was dreading the funeral, and my posts in here at that time were desperate. On the day of the cremation, I went numb, I did get through it but even now, it?s all unreal in my mind. The turning point for me was last Monday, when we buried the ashes. It was heartbreaking, but at the same time it felt that this was the ?right? thing to do. Now, whenever I go to the cemetery, my heart breaks again and again, but it?s so comforting that, as you say, my little girl?s life, however short, has been acknowledged.
Lisbeth, my heart goes out to you. Not long ago, I was in the same place as you are now. There is nothing I can say to make it easy, it is so incredibly sad. The only thing I can say is that giving birth to my little girl has not been the worst part of this awful experience. I personally found that in those moments, my body was focused on the birth itself, and it was only later that the realisation of what actually happened sunk in. I think it was the combination of hormones and morphine, I can?t explain it any other way.
As for the next 48 hours, again there is no easy way to get through them. What I did was ?say? good-bye to my little girl, I wrote her a letter and I wrote for myself as well. Somehow time passed. I was a wreck in those 48 hours, and I honestly thought there was no way I could bounce back. But you don?t bounce back, you crawl back, until the days become bearable again.
My experience, I?m sure, is very different to yours, as I don?t have other children. Maybe one of the other ladies in here can tell you something more useful. I?ll be thinking of you these days.
PS: Mishta , I missed you xxxx