I had a miscarriage last week at 8 weeks whilst on holiday in New York with my husband. I was terrified, this was my first pregnancy and the baby was desperately wanted. I couldn’t seek medical attention as my husband was scared that they wouldn’t let me fly home so I did the whole thing myself in a tiny hotel room with my very Squeamish husband. The gestational sac came out about 20 minutes before we had to leave for the airport and I decided to bring the baby home with me as I didn’t want him to think I had abandoned him in another country. He was my baby and I wanted him to feel loved. I made it home after being very unwell in the airport and on the plane and went to the epu. The Dr thought the whole story was quite funny and was laughing and joking about it. She basically congratulated me for doing it alone said better luck next time and come back again when you are pregnant again. My husband wouldn’t even come to the appointment.
That was a week ago, my husband is pushing me away and will not talk about it. He only cares about his new job which he started when we got home and running. He leaves me alone all the time because he says he doesn’t know what to say to me. When he does talk to me the conversation normally ends with him calling me irrational. Everyone in our families is trying to rally round me but all I want is him. I don’t know how to carry on anymore. I ran away last night because he wouldn’t let me leave our home when I said I wanted to go for a walk because it was dark. He chased me down, dragged me home and then proceeded to call his mother who then lectured me for half an hour about being happy and smiley and positive. I can’t be positive, I’ve lost my baby and I feel like I’m losing my husband to. I just don’t know how to carry on.