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Lost7
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I am so blessed to have another rainbow baby coming. I have been through so much with my losses, silver lining is that I now know why they've happened but it still doesn't help the grief I feel every single day. I will take that pain with me to my grave.
I know this might sound stupid but I honestly feel Jake sent him. I found out about Jake last February. He was due 13th October 2015. I sadly miscarried him 2nd March. Betas confirmed my worst nightmare, I was going to miscarry for the 8th time. I made them check my progesterone and it was very low; too low to sustain a pregnancy. By this point I had already lost him, I had to wait for my body to miscarry my baby.
My baby was inside me, It is hard to know that you're pregnant but you're going to miscarry your baby and there's nothing you can do about it? You feel so helpless.
With most of my miscarriages I've had no idea the pregnancy would end that way until I saw the red blood and was in excruciating pain. With Jake I felt like I was waiting for the inevitable. I was told he had gone but I hadn't started bleeding. (They call these missed miscarriages). My body didn't realise he had gone so it took a while for my body to realise it had to miscarry. I narrowly avoided a cancer drug to 'clear me out'.
Jakes pregnancy was so different to my others. I felt like he was trying his best to hang on, especially when the betas suddenly jumped up. It even surprised the doctors who thought it was a new pregnancy. I knew it was Jake. He tried so hard to hang on for me.
In the months that followed Jakes passing I went about my days as normal as I could. It was on my mind but I didn't cry, until October hit. I had no baby to welcome into the world. No baby to cuddle, no baby to kiss and no baby to hold. I had empty arms. They ached for Jake. My whole body felt weak. This feeling progressed, by Christmas 2015 I was put on suicide watch and strong anti depressants. How could I celebrate Christmas in this much pain and grief? How could I be happy when I felt so sad?
In 2016 I didn't even feel pregnant when I took the test. I found out about 10-14 days prior to the anniversary of when I found out Jake was buried into my womb. I am due only 11 days before Jakes' due date.
We had a bad month conception wise (TMI, I know). This pregnancy happened against ALL the odds. This baby has survived against ALL the odds. Stresses and strains of a relationship break down, heavy lifting, further situational stresses in my life.
This baby has survived against all the odds. I have more angels than I do living children.
I am 21 weeks 5 days pregnant. We have reached over half way now. 127 days approximately until baby and I meet.
I just have an over whelming feeling Jake sent me this baby. I don't know why and it probably sounds really silly.
I know this might sound stupid but I honestly feel Jake sent him. I found out about Jake last February. He was due 13th October 2015. I sadly miscarried him 2nd March. Betas confirmed my worst nightmare, I was going to miscarry for the 8th time. I made them check my progesterone and it was very low; too low to sustain a pregnancy. By this point I had already lost him, I had to wait for my body to miscarry my baby.
My baby was inside me, It is hard to know that you're pregnant but you're going to miscarry your baby and there's nothing you can do about it? You feel so helpless.
With most of my miscarriages I've had no idea the pregnancy would end that way until I saw the red blood and was in excruciating pain. With Jake I felt like I was waiting for the inevitable. I was told he had gone but I hadn't started bleeding. (They call these missed miscarriages). My body didn't realise he had gone so it took a while for my body to realise it had to miscarry. I narrowly avoided a cancer drug to 'clear me out'.
Jakes pregnancy was so different to my others. I felt like he was trying his best to hang on, especially when the betas suddenly jumped up. It even surprised the doctors who thought it was a new pregnancy. I knew it was Jake. He tried so hard to hang on for me.
In the months that followed Jakes passing I went about my days as normal as I could. It was on my mind but I didn't cry, until October hit. I had no baby to welcome into the world. No baby to cuddle, no baby to kiss and no baby to hold. I had empty arms. They ached for Jake. My whole body felt weak. This feeling progressed, by Christmas 2015 I was put on suicide watch and strong anti depressants. How could I celebrate Christmas in this much pain and grief? How could I be happy when I felt so sad?
In 2016 I didn't even feel pregnant when I took the test. I found out about 10-14 days prior to the anniversary of when I found out Jake was buried into my womb. I am due only 11 days before Jakes' due date.
We had a bad month conception wise (TMI, I know). This pregnancy happened against ALL the odds. This baby has survived against ALL the odds. Stresses and strains of a relationship break down, heavy lifting, further situational stresses in my life.
This baby has survived against all the odds. I have more angels than I do living children.
I am 21 weeks 5 days pregnant. We have reached over half way now. 127 days approximately until baby and I meet.
I just have an over whelming feeling Jake sent me this baby. I don't know why and it probably sounds really silly.
