Almost five years ago (anniversary is a week or so away) I had a TFMR. Our little girl, our first child, was born alive at 19 weeks and held on for four hours. While it was 100% the right choice for us (and her), it still hurts so much. Over the past five years, I’ve had counselling, talked about it, come to terms with it. I’ve had what I feel is a healthy grieving process. I’ve also had a son I never thought I would. He’s the absolute light of ours lives. We are so lucky to have him.
We’ve just turned the TV on and a character in Eastenders is going through the same process we did and it’s just hit me like a train. I don’t really watch it so I don’t know the storylines, otherwise I wouldn’t have put it on. I feel like I’ve been transported back in time to those early days when the grief was so raw.
I’m not sure why I’m posting. Maybe a handhold? Maybe to know that I’m not the only one this happens to?