My husband and I have been together for almost 5 years and married for 1.5 years. We are at this point in our lives where our circle of friends are all starting families or have already had children before we knew them. So, we are pretty much surrounded by babies and all the "cutesy" crap their kids do ALL the stinkin time.
Anyways, we finally started to have "the talk" about TTC about 4 mths ago. To our great surprise, I found out was pregnant last week. I had missed 2 days of my period, but had light brown spotting. So on the 3rd day, I decided to talk a pregnancy test at home. It came out positive, and was I overjoyed! The next night I wrapped up all 3 tests that I took and put them in a gift bag. I then got a card that had picture of a pregnant belly that said, "Extra, Extra, Read all about it! You're going to be a Dad, there's no doubt about it!' I gave these things to my husband and we celebrated the night by going out to a fancy restuarant. So, four days later, he wanted me to go to the Dr. to just confirm everything and get my vitamins. Sure enough, I was pregnant and felt such happiness and excitement.
Then everything turned horribly wrong. On a Sunday after church, we went to lunch. After lunch, we stopped at a store and I had to go to the bathroom. ... there was just blood every where. I instantly started to panic and cry big heaving sobs. I rushed out of the bathroom and told my husband what happened. So, we sped to the E.R. where we spent the next SEVEN hours! I knew I had already lost the baby, but I still had to go through all the rounds of testing. The worst was when the UltraSound tech said she didn't see anything and I just lost it. But the best part was not only was I so emotional, but the nurses and the residents (I didn't even get the courtesy of a real M.D.) were so rude and mean and telling me that I need to SUCK IT UP because I'm ONLY 22 and it's going to be fine. I told my husband to talk to the front desk to get new staff to treat me because I would murder someone. So, at 9pm, we were discharged, and all I had was huge hole in my arm from the IV, pain, a prescription for Tylenol 3, and a gigantic hospital bill.
Thankfully, I had the next day off because of Labor Day, and I took the following day off to follow up with my gyno.
Today is my first day back at work. The suck part is that I work as a nanny so I am constantly surrounded by kids.
I am just at a loss of what to do. One time I feel like I'm going to cry, and just start sobbing because I feel like, "Why? What did we do for this to happen to us?" The next moment I get SO ANGRY. I'm so mad at all our friends who have little babies and constantly post about them on stupid facebook. I'm angry at the moms who have babies but live in poverty because they abuse drugs or alcohol or neglect and abuse their kids. Everyone keeps saying God has a purpose for it, but really?! WTF kind of purpose could it be to take my baby away from us? And then there are times when I just feel so completely numb.
My husband has been amazing through all of this, and so strong for the both of us. But he has his breaking moments too throughout the day.
I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THIS AT ALL!
There is no one I can really talk to about this. The 3 people I have told just give the whole "everything happens for a reason" garbage. They don't understand. I don't know how to help my husband cope with this. I don't know how to work as a nanny anymore. I don't want to eat or go to school or do anything. I am so heartbroken that I have no idea how I will move on. I got to enjoy being pregnant for a total of 6 days, and feel that I will forever have sadness in my heart.
Please, help, any advice or support...anything. I need to figure out how to pick up the pieces of my heart.
Thank you
Anyways, we finally started to have "the talk" about TTC about 4 mths ago. To our great surprise, I found out was pregnant last week. I had missed 2 days of my period, but had light brown spotting. So on the 3rd day, I decided to talk a pregnancy test at home. It came out positive, and was I overjoyed! The next night I wrapped up all 3 tests that I took and put them in a gift bag. I then got a card that had picture of a pregnant belly that said, "Extra, Extra, Read all about it! You're going to be a Dad, there's no doubt about it!' I gave these things to my husband and we celebrated the night by going out to a fancy restuarant. So, four days later, he wanted me to go to the Dr. to just confirm everything and get my vitamins. Sure enough, I was pregnant and felt such happiness and excitement.
Then everything turned horribly wrong. On a Sunday after church, we went to lunch. After lunch, we stopped at a store and I had to go to the bathroom. ... there was just blood every where. I instantly started to panic and cry big heaving sobs. I rushed out of the bathroom and told my husband what happened. So, we sped to the E.R. where we spent the next SEVEN hours! I knew I had already lost the baby, but I still had to go through all the rounds of testing. The worst was when the UltraSound tech said she didn't see anything and I just lost it. But the best part was not only was I so emotional, but the nurses and the residents (I didn't even get the courtesy of a real M.D.) were so rude and mean and telling me that I need to SUCK IT UP because I'm ONLY 22 and it's going to be fine. I told my husband to talk to the front desk to get new staff to treat me because I would murder someone. So, at 9pm, we were discharged, and all I had was huge hole in my arm from the IV, pain, a prescription for Tylenol 3, and a gigantic hospital bill.
Thankfully, I had the next day off because of Labor Day, and I took the following day off to follow up with my gyno.
Today is my first day back at work. The suck part is that I work as a nanny so I am constantly surrounded by kids.
I am just at a loss of what to do. One time I feel like I'm going to cry, and just start sobbing because I feel like, "Why? What did we do for this to happen to us?" The next moment I get SO ANGRY. I'm so mad at all our friends who have little babies and constantly post about them on stupid facebook. I'm angry at the moms who have babies but live in poverty because they abuse drugs or alcohol or neglect and abuse their kids. Everyone keeps saying God has a purpose for it, but really?! WTF kind of purpose could it be to take my baby away from us? And then there are times when I just feel so completely numb.
My husband has been amazing through all of this, and so strong for the both of us. But he has his breaking moments too throughout the day.
I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THIS AT ALL!
There is no one I can really talk to about this. The 3 people I have told just give the whole "everything happens for a reason" garbage. They don't understand. I don't know how to help my husband cope with this. I don't know how to work as a nanny anymore. I don't want to eat or go to school or do anything. I am so heartbroken that I have no idea how I will move on. I got to enjoy being pregnant for a total of 6 days, and feel that I will forever have sadness in my heart.
Please, help, any advice or support...anything. I need to figure out how to pick up the pieces of my heart.
Thank you