Evening everyone...
Today has been really hard. Im utterly exhausted now. I think I'm glad I went for Paul (cousin) and my auntie (his Mum) was lovely with me, said she was so glad I'd come and that I was being really brave. My family were so supportive.
I was ok through the first half of the service. Nervous, but ok. Then the baby cried and I was instantly on edge - Mum said I went stiff. I just wanted to burst into tears. Managed to hold it together and concentrated on singing the hymns. There I'd got through the ceremony. Then it was time to leave.
Stupid woman (not babys mother - mother was bridesmaid so baby was being babysat) is stood in the bloody doorway with the baby, just letting everyone walk past her and coo over the baby on their way past. I physically started shaking, almost became glued to my spot and felt so trapped in the room. Only one way out - and that was past the baby.
Took all my strength to do it, I couldn't look at it the baby though - and spent the rest of the day on the verge of tears with a lump in throat barely able to talk, tense and withdrawn all day. I was just aware of the baby there all day and the rest of everything to do with the wedding has happened around me, I haven't really been invovled. There is body but not in spirit.
I don't think me attending now was a great idea, and I definately should've left after the ceremony and not done anymore, I don't know why I kept pushing myself - but you know when you keep yourself going for others, expectations I guess - its been truely awful.
The final straw came in Father of Bride speech, celebrating the new baby and how wonderful she was and precious etc etc. Ok, their excited, I get that - but they also knew my parents were there - sat directly opposite him, 5 foot away, who've just lost their precious granddaughter and me, who evidently wasn't holding it together very well in the first place. (I know the world doesn't revolve around me, but it was just one of those moments where I thought no-one thinks at all.)
I can't believe I got through the day without a complete meltdown and managed to keep the tears from rolling until I got into the toilet. (A number of times) I'm sure people knew I'd been crying throughout the day but I don't care.
I've been having the most hateful thoughts all afternoon. I should feel guilty about them, I really should, but I don't and I'm scared I'm becoming really spiteful and evil. I really hate everyone and I'm so bloody angry. I don't really mean it (the thoughts that is) but its so bloody unfair - that baby has the audacity to be alive and crying when mine is dead and silent. I actually hated them for a while today.
Its my own fault though, I knew there was going to be a newborn girl there but still went - I thought I'd psyched myself up for it enough, but I guess its one thing in my head and quite another in reality. I won't be putting myself around newborns again in a hurry. I have not coped at all today.
All I want is Belle. I should've been 39 weeks pregnant today. When do I start to deal with it? I'm dreading next Saturday (due date)
Sassy - lovely idea about the flowers for the little baby's grave. I would be touched if it was for Belle.