I am so terribly sorry for you. I just had mc #4 this week with a D&C and I so very, very much feel what you feel. How much can one person carry? I don't know right now, either, and I know what you are going through.
And I have no tears left to cry. I am not in pain. I am pain.
People say to keep trying, but it's not like we are talking about a cake that didn't turn out quite right. It takes a tremendous physical and psychological toll. When I am really down, I think of how many people suffer just like you and me. Or they lose their entire families in car accidents. Or disease. The mere fact that things like that are my point of reference now, when the world for everyone around me just keeps humming along is disorienting. Then I think about how lucky I was to be able to have surgery in a clean hospital. With time to rest. With a supportive family. And I am grateful for these things, as opposed to millions of women having to go through this, and more, under much worse circumstances. And I am tremendously sad for them, too. I guess what I am trying to say is, that for me, holding on to what I am grateful for gives me at least a little strength. It's not much, but it's something.
I send you my love. Hang on in there.