the baby would have been 5 in the next few weeks (god that brings tears to my eyes)
i had 1 dc then who was 9 months, there only would have been 16 months between by babies.
i was happily married (still am) with a lovely house and enough money to scrape by on, but i felt tlike i would not cope. everyone was so down on me when i told them i was pregnant and i think i may have had a touch of pnd from dc1 that was never picked up on.
i was so ill during my first pregnancy with dc1 and this next pregnancy was 10 times worse, i could not cope with a young baby, no support and being pregnant and so ill again.
i told dh that i wanted a abortion and i think half of me wanted him to talk me out of it but after the ball had started rolling i could not stop it.
i remember sitting in the hospital in a seperate section of the waiting room with all the other girls/woman waiting to have this done, it was like we were not good enough to sit beside the rest of the patients waiting.
i never even got to see my baby on the scan, they turned the tv away and i have always wished they never done that because that may have been the thing to make me change my mind.
only dh knew i was having a abortion, i was so upset and deeply ashamed that i told everyone else i had lost the baby.
i think about the baby everyday and hate myself for what i have done, since then i have had another dc and i love both my babies more than life itself but hate myself for what i have done.
everytime they laugh together or kiss and cuddle each other it fells like a part of my heart is missing.
dh and i never talk about what happened, its the only thing we never disscuss, i have no-one to turn to about this.