I’m not sure if this is the right place but I feel like I need to talk about this. I’ve seen on other threads how sympathetic and helpful you can all be and I hope it’ll help me (and maybe others who are going through the same thing).
Three weeks ago, I had a miscarriage. I was 11+2.
It happened awfully fast, although looking back there were perhaps signs I should’ve paid more attention to, but I told myself I was just being overly cautious.
I think I passed my baby at home, but ended up having to go to A+E. I ended up going through most of the pain etc in the waiting room, shuffling to the loo every so often to pass tissue and the like, having contractions in full view of others waiting quietly for their turn. It was horrendous.
I ended up being there with my DH for 6 hours or so, but thankfully was allowed to come home. I think I was in shock as I felt no emotion until the following day. I then just felt sad, guilty, useless, and after a few days at home I told DH I needed to get away, so we went away for a few days with DS.
This proved to be a lovely distraction which was much needed and very welcome. When we came home I decided I wasn’t ready to return to work and have been off since.
I’ve had trouble processing it since. I’m not sleeping well. I’ve started C25K to try and get some activity into my week but I eat total rubbish.
I’ve started to worry that I’m teetering on the edge of going off the rails.
I feel like drinking.
I feel like smoking.
I’m not a big drinker, I haven’t had a drink in years other than Christmas. I have never smoked. But I feel like I need to explode, to let loose or something. Just to make it all go away.
At times I’m ok, especially if I’m busy and keeping distracted. Other times, like now, I feel incredibly angry.
I want to TTC again but I’m obviously worried about another mc and I’m being quite destructive in that I am just eating whatever I can get my hands on, even though I am convinced I lost the baby due to my weight. My BMI is over 40.
I’ve thought about counselling but I just don’t feel ready, and I’m not prepared to take medication (eg. Antidepressants).
All I want to do is give the world 2 fingers and behave recklessly. I don’t, because I have a beautiful 6yo DS, not to mention a supportive DH and family. I don’t want to talk but I’m worried I’m going to fall off the edge if I don’t catch myself soon.
Any advice?