At my first scan, the baby was found to have an enlarged bladder and I was referred to a consultant. To cut the story short, after a few appointments with the consultant and a specialist, we were told the baby's organs had stopped developing and we were looking at the baby either dying during the pregnancy or as soon as he is born. We had to make the extremely difficult decision to terminate. I wouldn't have done it if I was given at least a 1% change of survival but I was told there was absolutely no hope at all. So at 13 weeks, I was induced and gave birth to a poor unlucky still born baby. The nurse who was with me told me after she saw the baby that I would have definitely miscarried if I hadn't had the termination.
My heart is broken. I have been told it is not my fault but I can't help blame myself. I desperately wanted a girl as I wanted my daughter(she is 5) to have a little sister. She really wanted a sister too. Because of the issues with the pregnancy and extra scans, they were able to find out early on it was a boy. I can't help wondering if it was karma or fate punishing me for not wanting a boy. And now I've lost my little boy who will never know how much he was and is still loved even though he never had a chance. I don't know if I will ever stop feeling this way.
People say we can try again. Some days I think I want to start trying right away and then I feel terribly guilty for it means I am trying to replace the baby I lost. When I am sat on my own thinking about all this, I work myself up into a state worrying something will happen to my 5 year old and I'll lose her too. That I'll be punished again.
When I fell pregnant, i subscribed to a lot of baby sites that still send me emails almost daily. Each of those emails remind me of what could have been. At school, my daughter was overheard telling her classmate she 'wasn't having a baby brother any more because he had died'. Small things like these just refresh the pain each day.
We had plans. We were going to be a family of four. I know my loss and pain is nothing compared to what a lot of people have to endure but I am upset. It is so unfair that my baby never got a chance!
Soon after the termination, to make things feel normal at home, I took my daughter to watch Coco. I will never to be able to listen to 'remember me' without having my heart ripped apart.
I don't know why I am writing all this here; just using this as an outlet. I am fine 99% of the time but when I am alone, I feel sad. I am lucky to have really supportive family, friends and colleagues and I know I should be grateful for that; I am.
I just want my baby to know he is loved more than he will ever know. I know I'm being silly as at 13 weeks, it wasn't even a fully formed baby. But in my heart, he will always be my first son who I never got to hold. 💔