This is month 5 after my early miscarriage and I just wanted to write this post in the hopes of getting a little understanding and reassurance that things will start to feel better.
4 years ago I experienced an ectopic pregnancy while on birth control and that resulted in the loss of a tube. At the time I never really allowed myself time to grieve or recover and just got on with things. I did think at the time that any future baby making would be a difficult journey, but I never expected a miscarriage.
After trying to conceive for 9 months, we got our BFP and I miscarried at 5 weeks. At the same time, my sister in law was also expecting and I started to find it unbearable to be around her and her pregnancy. My husbands family are very close and I currently live in their family home with my mother-in-law. Just about a month after our loss, she wanted to come around and do a gender reveal. At the time I declined and left the house for the evening. Ever since then, my sadness at our loss has just continued to grow and I haven't been able to be around her or any other pregnant friends. I have friends due the same time I would have been and I haven't been able to congratulate them. I know it's not their fault, but I see pregnant people and babies as an unbearable reminder.
My sister-in-law sent an insensitive message inviting me to her baby shower, the words share baby tips was used and that just tipped me over the edge. My husband has tried to be supportive, but he loves his sister dearly and can't seem to bring himself to tell her how it makes me feel. She's known from day one about our loss.
Fast forward to baby arriving and I had a breakdown from the terrifying realisation that I couldn't avoid this or her anymore. Also as part of their culture is that she will move back into the family home for at least two weeks with the baby. I can't do it. Anxiety attacks are happening every other day and the only solution that any of them will support, is me moving out for the duration of her stay.
I'm desperate at this point and don't know how to cope. The home I share with my husband no longer feels like home or a place I feel secure. I dread turning into the street every night in case she is there and it's all just getting too much.
I've tried putting my big girl pants on but it doesn't work. Any advice and will this pain ever go away?