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Firstly a bit about me...
I have a very checkered history with miscarriages, some unplanned pregnancies and others very much planned. After many heartbreaks my husband and I finally fell pregnant with our rainbow daughter in 2014. To say she filled every void I may have ever had in my life is an understatement, she's literally the apple of our eyes and we pinch ourselves everyday to have her in our life, to know she's ours.
In 2015, when Sienna was 1 years old I fell pregnant again. The timing was tough on us as a family and in all honesty wasn't a planned pregnancy. I got on with things mainly in denial that I was even pregnant. I didn't bond whatsoever and felt terrible, inhindsight I think I was depressed in some way. I've never suffered from anything like that before or since but I was stuck in a bad place mentally and resented the fact I couldn't be sad etc because I was carrying a life and all mother's have to be are glowing and happy about being pregnant etc.
We found out the baby potentially wouldn't survive at our 5 month scan. My husband was in pieces. I was ok, I went back into denial mode, I decided I wanted to wait, to see if our new baby girl would pull through, in my head she would of course. But eventually she didn't, I lost her so close to when she should have been in my arms. I chose not to see her. Not touch her. not to smell her in. I chose to let go and so I did.
We were back to a family of 3 and though my husband shed many tears, I rarely did. I understood it wasn't meant to be. I unexpectedly fell pregnant in August 2016 but miscarried before I knew, I was ok with that but it made me realise I wanted to have another baby. I wasn't sure, I felt it disrespectful to the baby I never even took the time to hold. Early this year we decided this was it, we'd try. I fell pregnant so quickly. My reservations of not wanting the baby enough disappeared instantly, this baby was more wanted than I thought my heart could want.
But here I am, 9 weeks pregnant. So confused by my feelings. I feel so much remorse for not holding that little girl. It haunts me. Her scan photo's and the tiny amount of things I have to remind me of her haunt me. I feel so much guilt for moving on and getting pregnant again, I want to enjoy this pregnancy but I feel like I'm silently tainting it. I can't believe I'd get this chance again, to grow a life.
I'm an educated person, I understand losing our baby couldn't have been stopped by me, it was medical matters out of my hands but I can't help but feel huge guilt for this baby. Everyone will talk about this baby and that makes me sad for the little girl that had no name or mum .
Is it normal to feel this way after a loss? Will it go away, is it my hormones? xxxx
I have a very checkered history with miscarriages, some unplanned pregnancies and others very much planned. After many heartbreaks my husband and I finally fell pregnant with our rainbow daughter in 2014. To say she filled every void I may have ever had in my life is an understatement, she's literally the apple of our eyes and we pinch ourselves everyday to have her in our life, to know she's ours.
In 2015, when Sienna was 1 years old I fell pregnant again. The timing was tough on us as a family and in all honesty wasn't a planned pregnancy. I got on with things mainly in denial that I was even pregnant. I didn't bond whatsoever and felt terrible, inhindsight I think I was depressed in some way. I've never suffered from anything like that before or since but I was stuck in a bad place mentally and resented the fact I couldn't be sad etc because I was carrying a life and all mother's have to be are glowing and happy about being pregnant etc.
We found out the baby potentially wouldn't survive at our 5 month scan. My husband was in pieces. I was ok, I went back into denial mode, I decided I wanted to wait, to see if our new baby girl would pull through, in my head she would of course. But eventually she didn't, I lost her so close to when she should have been in my arms. I chose not to see her. Not touch her. not to smell her in. I chose to let go and so I did.
We were back to a family of 3 and though my husband shed many tears, I rarely did. I understood it wasn't meant to be. I unexpectedly fell pregnant in August 2016 but miscarried before I knew, I was ok with that but it made me realise I wanted to have another baby. I wasn't sure, I felt it disrespectful to the baby I never even took the time to hold. Early this year we decided this was it, we'd try. I fell pregnant so quickly. My reservations of not wanting the baby enough disappeared instantly, this baby was more wanted than I thought my heart could want.
But here I am, 9 weeks pregnant. So confused by my feelings. I feel so much remorse for not holding that little girl. It haunts me. Her scan photo's and the tiny amount of things I have to remind me of her haunt me. I feel so much guilt for moving on and getting pregnant again, I want to enjoy this pregnancy but I feel like I'm silently tainting it. I can't believe I'd get this chance again, to grow a life.
I'm an educated person, I understand losing our baby couldn't have been stopped by me, it was medical matters out of my hands but I can't help but feel huge guilt for this baby. Everyone will talk about this baby and that makes me sad for the little girl that had no name or mum .
Is it normal to feel this way after a loss? Will it go away, is it my hormones? xxxx