On Wednesday we were hit with dreadful news. I am 13 weeks pregnant and our baby has a 90 to 99% chance of not making it.
I manage to hold myself together (mostly) when the DCs are with me, but the second they are in bed it is another matter. I do not know how I am going to live through this.
I am really bothered about DH's attitude. Perhaps my emotions are running too high and I am completely misinterpreting his attitude, but it seems to me he has done nothing but criticize me since Wednesday.
On Wednesday night he announced straightaway that it was "out of question" to raise a severely disabled child. When I reminded him of my lifelong pro-life convictions, he said in a mocking voice "Well if a life is a life, why don't you feel bad about eating a steak? What about that poor cow". When I asked him if he was comparing our child to a cow, he got all huffy and I was the one twisting what he was saying. Then he criticized me for having been able to feed the DCs and empty the dishwasher. It means I don't care.
I feel I cannot do anything right these days. If I am howling it is easy for me, I am letting it all out whereas he is keeping it inside. If I manage to put a few sentences about the baby together without bursting into tears I am cold and heartless. If I laugh with the DCs and do housework, I don't care, but if I don't do it he starts tidying up and ranting about the mess. On Friday night I bought a takeaway on the way home from the DCs' after-school activities because I could not face cooking. It was the first time I had bought a takeaway in the 13 years we have been together, but he criticized my laziness.
He is not happy either about me sharing the news with my close family or colleagues (it is my 4th, I am showing, so everybody knows at work) - it means I am craving for attention.
I don't know what to do. DH will not talk about it any more. He will not take a few days off work. My baby is going to die and I cannot deal with a sulker on top of that.
I have to go for the day but I will be back tonight.