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They put me on medication for depression.
I have a son that I have to be strong for, but my second little baby should be just about 2 weeks old right now.
I miscarried 5 days before Thanksgiving. The hospital told me "there's no heartbeat..." and sent me home with a dead baby inside me. Told me to call my doctor the following day to discuss "options."
That night I passed a lot of clots and my tiny little baby. I saw the baby. 1.5cm long! I had to fish it out of the toilet and when I put it on the towel it's little arms and legs folded over itself. He/She had tiny black spots for eyes. And a spine. And tiny fingers and toes were starting to form. He/She still had a tail. At 8 weeks pregnant there shouldn't have still been a tail.
They gave me a due date of June 10, then because of size, they pushed it back to the 24th. Probably because he/she wasn't growing.
I've been trying to overshadow my grief by concentrating on my son. He's still only 1 (22mos). But the grief is still there, even if I'm trying hard to mask it. I feel very suicidal at times. But I can't leave my son.
I've been avoiding the baby forum because it just hurts. I remember when I was pregnant with my first, how much time I spent here - A LOT. I was so full of questions and wanted to read what others had to ask and say. I would have been more active this time around but instead coming on the forum just adds pain.
I have mood swings, because I'm still trying to get pregnant again; I wanted to make up for my loss as soon as possible but it's taking forever. I'm aggressively trying and nothing is happening. It's like my body is as broken as my heart.
I have a son that I have to be strong for, but my second little baby should be just about 2 weeks old right now.
I miscarried 5 days before Thanksgiving. The hospital told me "there's no heartbeat..." and sent me home with a dead baby inside me. Told me to call my doctor the following day to discuss "options."
That night I passed a lot of clots and my tiny little baby. I saw the baby. 1.5cm long! I had to fish it out of the toilet and when I put it on the towel it's little arms and legs folded over itself. He/She had tiny black spots for eyes. And a spine. And tiny fingers and toes were starting to form. He/She still had a tail. At 8 weeks pregnant there shouldn't have still been a tail.
They gave me a due date of June 10, then because of size, they pushed it back to the 24th. Probably because he/she wasn't growing.
I've been trying to overshadow my grief by concentrating on my son. He's still only 1 (22mos). But the grief is still there, even if I'm trying hard to mask it. I feel very suicidal at times. But I can't leave my son.
I've been avoiding the baby forum because it just hurts. I remember when I was pregnant with my first, how much time I spent here - A LOT. I was so full of questions and wanted to read what others had to ask and say. I would have been more active this time around but instead coming on the forum just adds pain.
I have mood swings, because I'm still trying to get pregnant again; I wanted to make up for my loss as soon as possible but it's taking forever. I'm aggressively trying and nothing is happening. It's like my body is as broken as my heart.