I have a healthy happy 18 month old. I adore him and can't get enough of him. I was so excited to give him a baby brother or sister- he loves babies. But I miscarried at 11 weeks in October then at 9 weeks in February. I've been doing ok- holding it together, my father in law in terminally ill so I've been trying to keep it together. But took my little one to a toddler group today where he was all over a young baby, it broke my heart. It hit me again. Then I have an elderly lady telling me to make the most of my little one because it goes so fast. I know it goes fast, and it's killing me the thought I might not get to do it again. I know we are so lucky to have one healthy child, some people aren't so lucky. I feel guilty moaning but it's just how I feel.
I've been doing fine. But I'm feeling rock bottom again now. We're waiting at least a year before we even think of trying again. If I miscarry again I don't think my husband will let me put myself through it again.
Someone lift me up please!!!!!