On February 12, 2008, my youngest child's 1st birthday, my husband and I found out that the baby I was carrying had died at 6 weeks. I was 10 weeks along. I had no idea there was anything wrong. I went in for an ultra sound just because and they couldn't find a heartbeat. It was awful. The radiologist was horrible. He said "I'm sorry. You're going to lose it" and walked out. He didn't say how long it would take or anything. I walked around for over a week with a dead baby inside of me. It was just the worst feeling I've ever had. I felt like a tomb. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror because I felt so disgusting. I ended up having a D&C because my body just wouldn't let it go.
The worst part of the whole thing is the way that people responded. My own parents suggested that I might be grateful because a few more months between our youngest and another baby wouldn't be such a bad thing. Unbelievable! This was their grandchild and they don't even care. I had a baby and it DIED! I don't understand how people can think that it doesn't matter just because it wasn't kicking of breathing. It was still MY BABY and I wanted it!
It's been about 3 weeks and people don't understand why I'm not over it yet. I don't know how you get over loosing a child. I keep trying to picture him/her in my mind. I just feel so empty and alone. I still cry all the time. I wish I could just go to sleep and never wake up but then I think about my other kids and I just can't bear to leave them.
How do you move on from a loss that leave you so empty and alone? A loss that rips your heart out and changes who you are? I don't know!!