Two days ago me and my DP discovered that our baby, who should have been 9 weeks old, had stopped developing at 6 weeks. I spent most of that day in tears but now I don't know how I feel. I seem to have a frightening ability to maintain cheerful conversations with people other than my DP and was horribly upbeat when a friend came around to congratulate us on hearing we'd conceived and had to be told the bad news. I don't know if it is a delayed reaction (I have had brown discharge for 2 weeks and knew deep down that something was wrong despite the reassurance of an earlier scan -- so I've been crying on and off since then) or if I am just in limbo because I haven't miscarried yet.
I spent yesterday thinking through my options and was considering surgery or inducement, as after 2 weeks of carrying around a dead baby I worried that I was not going to miscarry naturally.
However, in the early hours of this morning I started getting very bad cramps which kept me up all night. I asked DP not to go to work because I thought it was going to happen, but he had to go in and I didn't want to make a scene and upset him as he took it very hard and has a very stressful job, and has already moved lots of things around for emergency scans and to stay with me on the day we found out.
I've been laid in bed all morning looking out of the window, across the valley. It's a beautiful day.
About twenty minutes ago I went to the loo and a huge fleshy looking clot just fell out into the tissue. I put it in a small bowl and now I'm sat with it beside the bed, not knowing if that is my baby, or just a normal blood clot. I'm not sure how long this will take or how I will know? This is my first pregnancy.
I'm not sure what I'm asking. I just need to know if this is normal? I'm sorry if this sounds callous or disjointed - this baby was so very much wanted, and in the month that we have known we have grown so excited about the idea of being parents. When I started to have the brown discharge I even secretly felt the baby was a girl and started calling her by the name we had chosen, as I felt this was some small way I could give her some encouragement that everything was going to be alright.
Now I feel nothing. I don't know why I'm not in pieces.