Thanks owlingate. They did give me tablets but when I read about the possible side effects I decided not to take them.
I was supposed to go to work today. I'm a freelance graphic designer, so no work = no money. I had told the lady who I work regularly for, that I would be back today. But yesterday I was dreading having to leave the house without DP. So I haven't gone to work today. DP works part time anyway and will be back just after lunch. I can't wait for him to come back. I can't face doing the school run either. I can't bare the sympathy, the questions or the silence.
My parents live 130 miles away. They phone everyday, but I just tell them that i'm ok and change the subject when they say "are you ok?". I would end up crying down the phone, and I don't want them feeling useless what with being so far away.
I am struggling to talk to DP. I just cry and he tentatively holds me. There are things I want to say, want to ask. But the words just don't come out, because if they did I would just end up uncontrollable sobbing.
I keep thinking about our DS, going through the post mortem. I think about whether he was suffering while the cord was wrapped around his neck. He must have. I think about what we will call him. His memory box is in our living room, I look at the box, and really, really want to look through the pictures, but just the thought of looking at his fragile little face makes me cry.
I feel desperately lost.
xxx