I was 8 weeks pregnant with third child, and last night had an early medical abortion. The procedure itself was fine, just to reassure anyone contemplating this, and when I woke up this morning, despite a very uncomfortable and sleepless night, it was all ‘over’.
I can’t say I’m 100 per cent content that it was the right decision.
The last few weeks have been challenging with trying to decide what to do about this, but also a hospital stay for my youngest who has a medical condition. To be in a hospital, surrounded by children who have such awful a child upsetting situations was extremely tough.
I know this probably added to my (and my husbands anxiety) with ‘what if this baby is born with something wrong’. I’ve told myself time and time again that what we were witnessing was a tiny, though very sad, snapshot of peoples lives, and it was distorting our opinions.
On top of this, we’ve been told my little boys very serious, life shortening, medical condition is likely to need more care than we had thought. So he becomes our priority, and I’d never forgive myself for not being able to look after his needs as well as I could if there were another baby.
But despite all of this, I cannot get the image of a baby with my other two children out of my head. I’ve kept everything for years, baby toys and clothes stashed away in cupboards in the hope of ‘what if’.
And last night, through panic and worry and uncertainty I took that little bit of hope away.
What if I’ve made the biggest mistake of my life. I know I will ‘naturally’ feel rubbish now, with hormones all over, but I cannot stop imagining my life with ‘just’ two children. I know that sounds stupid. I’m so lucky, so so lucky to have them, I know other people who aren’t so fortunate, and they’d be entitled to hate me right now. But I feel like I’ve left them down too. My husband keep saying, ‘we can give them so much more’. I’ve tried explaining that no one ever looks back on a childhood that had lots of material items and says it was great. He’s an only child from a very small family.
I just feel so lost, and no one to explain it to. And then we all have to put a brave face on and carry on tomorrow as though none of this ever happened.