TW - secondary infertility, miscarriage.
We’ve been trying for just over two years, in each of the last two years I’ve had one miscarriage in each, two very different types of miscarriage but both required huge amounts of medical intervention and took 5-6 months from positive test to fully recovered.
They were nothing short of hell. They both coincidentally happened across the one holiday I had booked in each of those two years too, I had to cancel one holiday and loose £1000s and go on one and cry for a week. I know there’s no good time to have a miscarriage but it feels especially unlucky.
I feel like a completely different person to who I was two years ago, I feel like I’ve lived through a battle. I’m exhausted of the tests (that haven’t given any answers), of the £1000s I’ve spent, of the joy that has been sucked from so many days that should have been nothing but lovely, of the weird rules I live my life by, of not just enjoying my life for what it is right now.
I’ve been almost possessed at the thought of giving my child a sibling, manically working out age gaps and sobbing when I realise we’re now at such a bigger gap than we wanted, feeling a gut punch when my child asks why they don’t have a sibling. It’s taken over my life in every way and I’ve had enough. I’ve decided to give it two more months and then I’m done.
Has anyone else given up? Any regrets?