The only thing that helped me was having another baby. Then another one. And I would have a hundred if I could. But I know one would always be missing.
It helped me to give my first child status. To acknowledge her life. To frame my thoughts with the simple acknowledgement that I have three children, but didn't get to meet my first child.
If you allow your child the status of their existence (however brief), then somehow that allows them to fit into the same category as anyone who you love who isn't here any more.
There is sooooooooo much pressure as a woman to consider abortion a simple procedure of little significance, and it is completely unfashionable ever to refer to the life lost as a baby or child. I don't think this helps. It didn't help me. It made me more upset, as my instincts were the opposite.
In the end I though fuck what everyone else thinks or what I'm supposed to think if I'm cool/sensible. I know how this felt and I know what it was. The brutality of it shocked me to the core, and it literally terrified me that such an act could have been carried out under the auspices of our medical institution.
So I made my own path to recovery. I have three children. One isn't here. That I didn't get to see and love my child's face, hands, toes ... I put the blame for that squarely with the outrageous flouting (day in, day out) of the explicit boundaries of the Abortion Act. What was done to me was effectively illegal. No, I was never a genuine candidate for abortion according to the precise terms of the Act, and nor are many, many of the women who receive abortions in the UK. It should not have happened. But the deliberate and conscious abuse of the law is institutionalised, unfortunately.
So, although my anger at having been a victim, along with my child, of what I consider a pretty much criminally-flawed system will never be extinguished, I am satisfied that I know what happened and can deal with this as effectively an assault against my person.
Something violent was done to me that was not legal. My child is not here. I have two children who are. I have three children.
That's what has helped me.
And of course, through the pregnancy and lives of both my others, there's always the shadow in my mind of what has not been for my first child, what has been lost. But she has her place in my heart, and nobody, nobody can take her from me.