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littleflower77
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I apologize for the rambling and the venting… I really just need to voice these thoughts.
My husband and I were expecting our first baby on May 13th, but we lost the baby on Tuesday night at 9 weeks. The baby had stopped developing at 6 weeks. I’m feeling a little bit numb, a little bit of anguish and hopelessness and just plain sadness. We were the first of our friends to get married and get pregnant, so I just didn’t know what to expect at all.
The rest of this post is going to be all of the sad feelings I have, so I want to start off by saying that God has blessed us in many ways throughout the whole process, and that the people who know what happened have been so wonderful and kind to us. And my husband has just been so amazing, so kind and loving throughout everything. I love him more than I thought possible. I have kind of an optimistic and positive personality, so much so that I sometimes have to force myself to grieve, so I really need to get all of these sad feelings out in the open and I hope it’s okay if I do so here.
My husband and I didn’t tell very many people we were pregnant because we were waiting until the baby was 12 weeks (that’s the “normal” thing to do), but now we lost the baby I just wish people knew what we are going through. I went to the hospital with a baby inside of me and I came out empty in so many ways.
We named the baby Therese Marie. We are going to bury her and have a private funeral mass. I feel very blessed to have this opportunity, but a part of me feels embarrassed that we are doing this, that people would look down on us for it if they knew we were doing this for a baby that really does look like a little embryo. I was looking online for a place to bury my baby since we don’t own land, and I came across a website for childless couples that was mocking people like me who feel loss after a miscarriage and want to bury their “baby” (they used other, less kind words). I know the people on the website were probably broken in some way, but their words were just so…mean, so spiteful and ugly. I know that baby Therese has a soul and deserves a burial just as much as a full term baby, but it hurts that people think I am ridiculous for feeling this way.
I also feel frustrated that I didn’t know how entirely painful the actual miscarriage was going to be. When doctors told me on Saturday that the baby might have stopped developing, I started looking up people’s stories. Many women talked about being in a lot of pain and crying, so I thought I knew what to expect. But no… I was in the absolute worst pain in my life. I felt delirious with the pain. My husband finally took me to the ER because I was in so much pain and bleeding nonstop. They gave me fentanyl (which I later looked up and is apparently 80 times more potent than morphine) and even after it set in my pain was still getting up to a 7 or 8 during what I assume were contractions. The whole thing was honestly just traumatic, and it’s so weird that I can’t talk about it.
And now I am back at home in this strange state of mind. Half the time I feel fine and then half the time things just feels so pointless. I can focus on certain things- I even painted furniture yesterday since my husband’s parents are coming to visit. But then things like eating and cleaning are so hard to do. My husband is in the military so all of our family lives in another state. We actually have visitors coming (starting this weekend) for the next three weekends. The visits were planned before the miscarriage, so I am excited to see our visitors and have the distraction but also afraid that I’m not going to be able to process the loss. My dad was in a work accident when I was 18, so I know that mixed feelings like this are to be expected, and I’ve felt many of these before, but there is something so different about losing a little baby inside of you that no one else knew. I guess I just wish that miscarriage was talked about more. I think it makes it worse that it is so private.
Thanks for the troopers who read through all of this. I would appreciate any prayers or advice you have to offer. Thanks again and God bless all of you.
My husband and I were expecting our first baby on May 13th, but we lost the baby on Tuesday night at 9 weeks. The baby had stopped developing at 6 weeks. I’m feeling a little bit numb, a little bit of anguish and hopelessness and just plain sadness. We were the first of our friends to get married and get pregnant, so I just didn’t know what to expect at all.
The rest of this post is going to be all of the sad feelings I have, so I want to start off by saying that God has blessed us in many ways throughout the whole process, and that the people who know what happened have been so wonderful and kind to us. And my husband has just been so amazing, so kind and loving throughout everything. I love him more than I thought possible. I have kind of an optimistic and positive personality, so much so that I sometimes have to force myself to grieve, so I really need to get all of these sad feelings out in the open and I hope it’s okay if I do so here.
My husband and I didn’t tell very many people we were pregnant because we were waiting until the baby was 12 weeks (that’s the “normal” thing to do), but now we lost the baby I just wish people knew what we are going through. I went to the hospital with a baby inside of me and I came out empty in so many ways.
We named the baby Therese Marie. We are going to bury her and have a private funeral mass. I feel very blessed to have this opportunity, but a part of me feels embarrassed that we are doing this, that people would look down on us for it if they knew we were doing this for a baby that really does look like a little embryo. I was looking online for a place to bury my baby since we don’t own land, and I came across a website for childless couples that was mocking people like me who feel loss after a miscarriage and want to bury their “baby” (they used other, less kind words). I know the people on the website were probably broken in some way, but their words were just so…mean, so spiteful and ugly. I know that baby Therese has a soul and deserves a burial just as much as a full term baby, but it hurts that people think I am ridiculous for feeling this way.
I also feel frustrated that I didn’t know how entirely painful the actual miscarriage was going to be. When doctors told me on Saturday that the baby might have stopped developing, I started looking up people’s stories. Many women talked about being in a lot of pain and crying, so I thought I knew what to expect. But no… I was in the absolute worst pain in my life. I felt delirious with the pain. My husband finally took me to the ER because I was in so much pain and bleeding nonstop. They gave me fentanyl (which I later looked up and is apparently 80 times more potent than morphine) and even after it set in my pain was still getting up to a 7 or 8 during what I assume were contractions. The whole thing was honestly just traumatic, and it’s so weird that I can’t talk about it.
And now I am back at home in this strange state of mind. Half the time I feel fine and then half the time things just feels so pointless. I can focus on certain things- I even painted furniture yesterday since my husband’s parents are coming to visit. But then things like eating and cleaning are so hard to do. My husband is in the military so all of our family lives in another state. We actually have visitors coming (starting this weekend) for the next three weekends. The visits were planned before the miscarriage, so I am excited to see our visitors and have the distraction but also afraid that I’m not going to be able to process the loss. My dad was in a work accident when I was 18, so I know that mixed feelings like this are to be expected, and I’ve felt many of these before, but there is something so different about losing a little baby inside of you that no one else knew. I guess I just wish that miscarriage was talked about more. I think it makes it worse that it is so private.
Thanks for the troopers who read through all of this. I would appreciate any prayers or advice you have to offer. Thanks again and God bless all of you.
