A month ago I had a late miscarriage at almost 18 weeks. He had a heartbeat only 20 minutes before I was told I would lose him.
We'd had a few worries early on in the pregnancy but had just started to get to the point where we started to relax a little. I still worried daily about all the things which could go wrong but I also started to believe that I would finally have my baby.
And then in one night, he was gone.
And nearly five weeks later I just don't know what to do with myself. There are times when I feel like I can almost be quite philosophical about it, very 'everything happens for a reason etc' but then other times the loss just floors me. Sometimes for the whole day. And I just lay in bed feeling sad and alone.
I have family and I have friends, but I've pretty much ignored them as much as I can. On the few times that I have interaction with them they either try to act as nothing has happened or they speak in cliches and I realise that they have no real idea of how I'm feeling, which makes me feel even more alone.
DH has been wonderful through this. He's hurting too but tries so hard to be supportive. And he succeeds mostly, but it's different for him. He is hurting but I just feel like it's different. I feel like we're both mourning our little baby but in different ways and for different reasons. And sometimes that difference feels like such a gulf between us.
I made a lot of sacrifices to try and have a family. And now that my baby is gone, it feels like all of it was for nothing. And I feel stuck in the place where I can't go back to my life before I was pregnant, and I can't move forward as for so long, 'forward' meant having my baby, and so I truly feel stuck at the minute
I miss my baby so much. And I'm scared that if I try again I'll lose the next. And I'm confused by the fact that right now I'm even thinking about trying again. But I am.
Sorry for the long ramblings, I guess it would just be nice to feel that I'm not as completely alone as I feel.