Bobbin, Ihave been reading all your messages on this and the bereavement thread and my heart goes out to you.
I have been through some of what you are now currently going through - not lost a baby (but dad died), mum had a breakdown (now better), husband told me we were finished when my baby (third child) was 11 weeks old.
It is so difficult to deal with all of these things. Any one thing in itself would be hard enough to deal with, but all these things at once is so much harder but, believe me, you will get through this and come out the other side a much stronger person. They say that what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger and I truly believe that.
My husband told me New Years Eve he no longer wanted to be with me (after 18 years together and 10 years marriage) although the reason for this is that he couldn't forgive me for an affair I had 3 years ago - long story, I am full of remorse and misgivings but have wrote about this on another thread).
My baby was 11 weeks old at the time and also the week before Christmas my mum started having a breakdown and has now only been better for about the last 5 weeks.
My baby (now nearly 11 months) "might" have a few problems - is going through the process of being checked out now - got a brain scan on Monday, not sure if she has got synostosis (when the plates in the skull fuse too early) and, if she has got synostosis, what effect this will have on her.
I went on holiday for two weeks in August (with two friends) and all our children except I left the baby at home with her dad - had so much shit (sorry!) going on in my life I really needed a break and, because all our children were roughly the same age apart from Sasha, decided I would leave her at home.
Obviously I missed Sasha like crazy and when I rang husband to ask how she was doing, all the time my home phone diverted to his mobile. He spent both weekends (one of which was the bank holiday weekend) with his girlfriend from work with "my baby". I didn't care what he was up to but was very upset, understandably, that his girlfriend was able to get her grubby mitts on my baby while I was missing her like crazy. I told him that I wanted him out of my house by the time I got back from holiday and, yes, he moved out that weekend before I got back.
I have posted under various threads "do I need antidepressants", "should I stay or should I leave", "Merry Christmas, Happy New Year?" etc. and everyone used to give me such positive messages.
What I am trying to say, is that although everyone used to post on here saying that I had to get him out (and I knew that I had to), it was only me that could find the strength and courage to do it.
If you read some of my messages I have posted before, written from the heart, you would wonder how I am still walking the earth today sane and stable-minded but, believe me, I have now found the strength and courage to move on with my life and, yes, I am so much better off.
My children are fine as I am no longer crying all the time and they still have regular contact with their dad.
I can understand how much you are going through. Life does seem shit at times, but believe me, you will get through this.
You sound such a lovely person, I wish I could give you a big hug - if only to let you know what you have our support and friendship and we genuinely care for you with what you are going through.
Harvey looked an absolute peach of a baby and looked so full of character. I bet he was just full of personality.
It is very sad that you have lost such a beautiful child, but I feel he was such a lucky boy to have a mum like you.
Keep your chin up - you will get through this.