TW: Living children mentioned
My husband and I have one happy, healthy 4yo. She was a rainbow baby. I’ve always wanted a sibling for her and feel terrible when she says how she wants a brother or sister to play with, or that she just wants someone to play with her when I tell her I can’t right now because I’m busy doing xyz.
We’ve tried but have had 3 missed miscarriages. Every one was brutal. Iykyk. On our mental health, on my physical health.
Surprisingly I took the last one better than my husband did. After the last one, he made excuses to put off trying for another for nearly 12 months, before I pushed him to have a conversation with me about it. He admitted he wanted another child, but didn’t want to go through another miscarriage. “Obviously,” I said, “- but you can’t try for one without the risk of another”. At that point I realised just how tough the miscarriages had been on him.
He had worried for my life when I had health complications. He’d never really processed the grief. He really didn’t feel comfortable trying again, or talking to a therapist to resolve his grief (I did this), or to do fertility testing. He basically was happy not to have any more and I understand his view - he’s grateful for the child we have and wants to enjoy that, and we’ve finally got into a phase where we have our evenings back, and we can more easily ask family to babysit overnight now so we have some independent adult time. He wants to protect his heart.
He also understood that for me, I have a biological clock and while I’m also grateful for the life we have, and don’t know that life would be better if we had another, I didn’t want to get to menopause and then regret not trying for another. I’m already borderline perimenopause. We compromised that we would not actively try, but we would not not-try. If it happens, it happens.
So, when I found out I was pregnant a few weeks ago, I decided not to tell him. I wanted to get it checked myself, and surprise him if I found out it was a healthy scan, because I don’t think he can go through the heartbreak of another. Trying to muster hope, feign optimism, and conceal your anxiety to the outside world is overwhelming. I’ve since found out that it‘s another missed miscarriage. My fourth.
During this period, I’ve masked all the pregnancy symptoms and slapped a smile on my face even though I feel tired and unwell. I’ve pretended I’m out doing other things when I’ve actually been to 3 scans and to the hospital. I’ve even booked the follow up appointment to end my pregnancy around when I know my partner will be busy, so I can take misoprostol at home while he’s out.
If I’m honest - I’m heartbroken. I’ve been swinging from detached and rational about it all, to spiralling - waking in the middle of the night and going down a google rabbit hole searching for success stories of people who had no heartbeat at 7 weeks but magically there was a week later. On the outside I’ve just about kept my shit together. The only people I told were my boss and a nurse today, because I had to, and when I spoke about my husband not knowing I cried. I don’t cry about it until I have to talk about it.
I feel a mixed bag - I wonder if my husband finds out any later, will he be mad I didn’t tell him? I wonder if I’ve not told him because subconsciously I worry he won’t want to try to conceive anymore. I worry if I tell him, I’m only bringing upset to him, isn’t that selfish?
I mostly just feel alone and exhausted, and unable to show my anger and my hurt at the situation. I also didn’t tell my family or friends because that would put them in a situation where they’re not telling my husband about it. Which means that I still have to hold family babies this weekend because I’m pretending everything’s fine.
What would you do?