I had my miscarriage two weeks ago. I was 10 weeks along. I have so many feelings right now that it is difficult to explain.
From the moment I found out, I loved my baby. It didn't matter that I am 22 and that the father was no longer around. It didn't matter that a baby was going to make my life much more difficult.
Immediately, my future was no longer my own. It belonged to the child inside of me. My life was no longer about making decisions to make me happy. I began to focus on using the time provided by my pregnancy to prepare for the responsibility of a child. Instantly, I was a mother and my future was filled with Easter egg hunts, first day of school, trips to the beach etc. It's hard to explain, but pregnancy triggered all of my concious or subconcious thoughts on parenthood. It's actually something that I've been preparing for since I played "house" as a child. All the ideas that I've ever had about raising a child leaped into action. A life was created and I loved it. I still do.
Then one morning, I woke up in a pool of blood and I knew that my baby was dying. The miscarriage itself was painful and traumatic but the emotional damage is devastating.
Now I have to try to adjust back to just me. There will be no Easter egg hunts or first days of school or trips to the beach. It doesn't matter that my baby was only 10 weeks along - it was still my baby. Not just a fetus that is easily forgotten.
I haven't gone to church in a long time. I haven't wanted to. I've been very busy living my life how I wanted to live it and didn't want a guilt trip. But now I find that the only thought that brings any comfort is the thought that my baby is whole and is in Heaven. I am struggling to keep my head above water through this but it is very hard. Some days I am ok but some days I just feel empty. Completely empty and alone.
I hope some of you here can atleast help me banish the "alone" part. It is comforting to read that other women have felt the same as myself.
Thank you for your time.
From the moment I found out, I loved my baby. It didn't matter that I am 22 and that the father was no longer around. It didn't matter that a baby was going to make my life much more difficult.
Immediately, my future was no longer my own. It belonged to the child inside of me. My life was no longer about making decisions to make me happy. I began to focus on using the time provided by my pregnancy to prepare for the responsibility of a child. Instantly, I was a mother and my future was filled with Easter egg hunts, first day of school, trips to the beach etc. It's hard to explain, but pregnancy triggered all of my concious or subconcious thoughts on parenthood. It's actually something that I've been preparing for since I played "house" as a child. All the ideas that I've ever had about raising a child leaped into action. A life was created and I loved it. I still do.
Then one morning, I woke up in a pool of blood and I knew that my baby was dying. The miscarriage itself was painful and traumatic but the emotional damage is devastating.
Now I have to try to adjust back to just me. There will be no Easter egg hunts or first days of school or trips to the beach. It doesn't matter that my baby was only 10 weeks along - it was still my baby. Not just a fetus that is easily forgotten.
I haven't gone to church in a long time. I haven't wanted to. I've been very busy living my life how I wanted to live it and didn't want a guilt trip. But now I find that the only thought that brings any comfort is the thought that my baby is whole and is in Heaven. I am struggling to keep my head above water through this but it is very hard. Some days I am ok but some days I just feel empty. Completely empty and alone.
I hope some of you here can atleast help me banish the "alone" part. It is comforting to read that other women have felt the same as myself.
Thank you for your time.