I'm not strong at all, I got dealt a horrible hand with this and I have bumbled through like anyone would. I've felt very fragile and weak most of the time, I struggled for over 4 years with anxiety and PTSD before I finally went and sobbed at the GPs and said I couldn't cope anymore and it was affecting DD and my parenting.
I wanted to terminate my little boy when I found out I was pregnant (unplanned, pill failure) because I was so terrified and so sure that I couldn't cope with the trauma of going through another pregnancy with anxiety out of control, panic attacks etc like with DD. Except when I had a scan to find out how far along I was (6 weeks) I heard and saw that little heartbeat and knew I couldn't stop it, I didn't even have the courage for that. I felt so desperate and so frightened. And I did accept the pregnancy once the shock had worn off a bit, and he became very wanted, and I had a scan at 9 weeks and was so relieved to see him there still ok. We dared to hope and to imagine. I was terrified when we knew we would lose him that it would really mean all the trauma from last time being dredged up and I would be in that darkest dark place all over again but weirdly it was almost healing. To revisit that process of induction, delivery, holding a tiny one, having DD1's grave reopened and him interred with her, and of course all the hurt, it somehow made me feel closer to DD1 again, like I had almost been able to hold her once more. And it helped to work through the process again, - it's hard to explain, but this time it was without fear, shock, the unknown and it was sad but not traumatic. I suppose it made me face my worst fears and realise that it won't break me. I could do it again if I had to (though I fervently hope I won't!), and it gave me the guts to have one more try, and here we are. If this little one makes it, then it will be entirely a gift from my DS, it would never have happened without him.
Please excuse the brain dump, it's been cathartic to write.