Hello,
I lost my baby boy on January 9th, at 18 weeks.
I manage my everyday life OK (job, eldest DCs...) and everyone thinks I am "over it". I get the occasional comments about how resilient I am. But I am not.
I cannot get over the feeling of the amniotic sac sliding out of my body and between my thighs.
At the first scan, even before the consultant told me there was something wrong, I saw that he was hardly moving. I keep asking myself if my son was in pain all this time. And then there are the metaphysical / religious questions : did he have a soul? If there is something after death, will I meet my baby boy one day? Does he know I love him, or is there nothing left of him but a pinch of ashes?
I am a very rational person and I know there is nothing I could have done to save him. But then, I think about those mothers who lift cars to free their trapped child - I was not able to perform a miracle for my child.
He had been dead for at least a couple of weeks when he was born and I did not feel anything different. His tiny heart took a last beat and stopped and I did not feel anything. Why didn't I feel my heart breaking at that moment?
My brain knows it was not anybody's fault but I am still feeling I was a horrible mother to him.
Can anyone help me to make it stop? I am not sure how much more pain I can take.