Three weeks ago, I lost my baby.
It still doesn’t feel real saying that out loud. One moment I was pregnant, feeling everything that comes with it, planning, thinking about the future… and then suddenly I wasn’t. No more appointments, no more milestones, just an emptiness that’s hard to explain unless you’ve been there.
We were told there was no amniotic fluid, something that was missed at first until I was finally referred. And by then, everything had already changed.
I’m heartbroken. I feel the loss every single day in ways I didn’t expect. It’s not just the baby, it’s the life I thought I was growing, the routine, the connection… everything.
I know my partner is hurting too, and I see that. But grief isn’t the same for everyone. He wants me to come to terms with it, to try and move forward, and I understand that in his own way he’s trying to help. But it’s not something I can just switch off or “move on” from. Not when I wake up every day and have to remember all over again that I’m no longer pregnant.
I also find it really hard when I get upset and he makes comments about how our 2 year old can feel my sadness and that it’s not fair. That just adds another layer of guilt on top of everything I’m already carrying, when I’m just trying to process something so painful.
If anyone has been through something similar, I’d really appreciate any advice on how you coped or ways you found to grieve. I’m trying to find something positive I can do to remember my baby, something that keeps them close in a different way 🤍