Hi all
I'm new here, but have been lurking for a couple of days and this is the only place where I've found that this topic is really discussed in any detail, and then on a pretty old thread. I hope the following doesn't offend anybody.
I terminated a much wanted (TTC for 2 yrs)and much loved baby on the 6th March, delivering the baby on the 8th. I had been able to feel the baby from 17 weeks and just before we found out it was getting to be proper kicks. I'm not really sure why I feel the need to tell my story here, but I'm hoping that it will be another step forward in feeling better, and also my DH (who has been completely wonderful), is moving on and I still want to talk about it.
I'm actually doing OK, I went back to work after 4 weeks, and that was a big step forward. But I still have this huge sense of unreality, and even though I know that we felt we had no option, it somehow feels like it was some sort of lifestyle choice. Even though the baby was extremely sick, possibly wouldn't have survived to term, and then if it did would have had multiple operations even to survive, it wasn't that the doctors said what was wrong was incompatible with life, just the the heart was unfixable, and anything they could do would be palliative only and very difficult to treat, leading to any quality of life being extremely poor, and who wants to inflict that on their child. We get the results of the post-mortem tomorrow, and I guess that's one reason why it's all coming back. We'll also find out then if it was a chromosonal issue and something to do with us making duff babies, or if we were just unlucky.
For anybody who's been through a late TOP, you'll know that it is the most dreadful and physically grisly and gruelling process, and it's that that goes round and round in my head. There's a huge part of me that can't quite believe I'm not pregnant anymore, and that I actually made it/allowed it to happen.
Things I'm still finding v difficult are other people who I was pregnant with who still pregnant (not surprising really) and seeing friends for the first time - I feel like an exhibit in a zoo, though of course everyone means well.
Things that have been good (if it can be such a thing) about this have been that my DH and I have discovered new depths in our relationship and are closer than ever before (we have a pretty fiery relationship), and I have discovered that I am so desperate to lose the baby weight and get my figure back (I had eaten for Britain), that I do actually have the self-discipline not to eat biscuits all the time! Also we have been immensely lucky with the support of friends and family, many of whom actually took the time to write.
Anyway, I'm sorry this is bit long and random. I'm thinking about speaking to ARC, but really I am genuinely doing OK, so for some reason am hesitating, maybe because I do want to move on, and maybe if I keep talking about it I won't?
Thanks in advance for any thoughts / shared experiences...
PS: Has anybody noticed that the whole world is actually pregnant currently! (Or it feels that way.) As I type there is some film on with a pregnant woman in it....