Hi, I was wondering if anyone could help me, save me from myself. I have never been on any website like this because I have never asked for any help, but I am drowning in my own misery and a very good friend of mine told me about this website and told me to share on here to see that I am not on my own.
On the 11th September I suffered a missed miscarriage, I had never even heard of this before. My husband and I had been trying for a baby for two years we both have fertility issues, he has antibodies in his sperm which gives him a low count and my body does not ovulate on a regular basis. We had had alot of tests and I even had a laproscopy. We were then told by the NHS that if we wished to have any further treatment then we would need to pay. That was in February. We decided to give ourselves another year of trying on our own. Financially treatment was not viable anyway.
So when my period did not arrive in June we were over the moon, words cannot describe that feeling when you finally get that second line on your test. The morning before our scan I woke up and was bleeding, in that single moment I knew it was all over. We were told by the hospital to wait until the next day to have a scan to confirm as we 'had an appointment already!'.....Needless to say that night was horrific! The next day we had it confirmed that we had lost our baby at 8 weeks but my body had continued on as if pregnant. The words the nurse said to me that day still haunt me now. Everything after that moment is a blur. I get up everyday, I go to work, come home and then I go to bed. Everything inbetween feels fake. I'm never truely happy anymore and I don't know what to do. People keep telling me things like, 'it obviously wasn't meant to be' and 'it wasn't your time' people have even said, 'Maybe next time' and the worst one of them all, 'At least it was early on' and I hate it, I hate them for saying it.
I just feel like there's no one to talk too, and I feel like i'm all alone in this black hole of pain and misery. Everyday I cannot help but think about what I would have looked like, felt like.
How long will this last? Is this normal. Am I ever going to be able to move forwards?