My son's due date passed this month. On the third. We were supposed to start trying on his due date, that was the plan. But that has been postponed. It's a long story but my husband wants to wait until things calm down. Until we know where we're going to be financially in a few months. My mother in law is sick and may be moving in with us. In fact we're in the middle of buying a house to make room for her.
I know that I can't blame my husband. He's making the "logical" decision. And I keep telling myself that my time is coming. But I am so depressed. It's been 6 months now since my precious Silver was born. Most of the women who lost babies when I lost mine have already conceieved again and are on thier way to holding their rainbows in their arms. I've worked so hard. I've lost 25 pounds. I haven't quit smoking but I think I feel like I'm not going to do that until he gives me a solid yes, we're going to try next month... It's my coping mechanism I guess.
Two weeks ago I waited for 17 hours with my friend at the hospital while she was in labor. She lost a son just two months before I lost mine and gave birth to her rainbow a week after Silver's due date. Funny how the time lines lined up that way... It was so much harder than I thought it would be. I thought I'd done so much healing and growing and coping. But being in a labor and delivery room... The smells and sounds and the little incubator... Seeing her breathing and laboring and the little "beep, beep, beep" of her son's heart beat on the monitor. Then later seeing, hearing and smelling her infant... who would have been the same sex, size and age as the baby I lost. I still can't look at Ayden without feeling a little twinge of pain. He is beautiful. And I am so happy that my friend was able to have a healthy pregnancy that ended in a healthy baby. We had similar problems that led to loosing our babies. And her sucess gives me hope... But also jealousy. Jealousy and a hint of bitterness.
I keep thinking to myself what are we waiting for? What is going to be different in "a few months" that will make conceiving then such a better idea than it is now. Or than it would have been had Silver been born healthy. My husband... is amazing and supportive and loving but... he doesn't understand. He doesn't feel the need to try again like I do. The need for all of this to have a happy ending. He doesn't feel it. It isn't about replacing the child I lost. It's... about moving forward I suppose. Not letting this experience be something that broke me. Broke us, our family. Even if we aren't sucessful, I need to try again.
I am trying to be patient. At first I was patient, telling myself that I needed time to heal and prepare my mind and body to handle another pregnancy. But I am ready. I am prepared. I am as healed as I am ever likely to be. And still I am waiting. I've tried to talk to him, convince him that we are ready to try again and as long as we plan and save and budget everything will work out one way or another. But he is firm. Unyielding. He doesn't even want to talk about it. I can't help but wonder if he's more anxious about trying again than he lets on... If he's afraid of something happening again and me not coming back from it. It was a little dicey this time there for a few weeks... And if that is the case that's fine but I wish he would tell me that. That I could work with. Talk about. Maybe get around. I don't know. But this, the not talking. It's not working for me. It's just making me sad. That detached sort of sad that's almost worse than the pain...
I don't know what to do. Just needed to vent. Wanted so badly to post this on the "TTC after a loss" thread but... we aren't. So I didn't.
I know that I can't blame my husband. He's making the "logical" decision. And I keep telling myself that my time is coming. But I am so depressed. It's been 6 months now since my precious Silver was born. Most of the women who lost babies when I lost mine have already conceieved again and are on thier way to holding their rainbows in their arms. I've worked so hard. I've lost 25 pounds. I haven't quit smoking but I think I feel like I'm not going to do that until he gives me a solid yes, we're going to try next month... It's my coping mechanism I guess.
Two weeks ago I waited for 17 hours with my friend at the hospital while she was in labor. She lost a son just two months before I lost mine and gave birth to her rainbow a week after Silver's due date. Funny how the time lines lined up that way... It was so much harder than I thought it would be. I thought I'd done so much healing and growing and coping. But being in a labor and delivery room... The smells and sounds and the little incubator... Seeing her breathing and laboring and the little "beep, beep, beep" of her son's heart beat on the monitor. Then later seeing, hearing and smelling her infant... who would have been the same sex, size and age as the baby I lost. I still can't look at Ayden without feeling a little twinge of pain. He is beautiful. And I am so happy that my friend was able to have a healthy pregnancy that ended in a healthy baby. We had similar problems that led to loosing our babies. And her sucess gives me hope... But also jealousy. Jealousy and a hint of bitterness.
I keep thinking to myself what are we waiting for? What is going to be different in "a few months" that will make conceiving then such a better idea than it is now. Or than it would have been had Silver been born healthy. My husband... is amazing and supportive and loving but... he doesn't understand. He doesn't feel the need to try again like I do. The need for all of this to have a happy ending. He doesn't feel it. It isn't about replacing the child I lost. It's... about moving forward I suppose. Not letting this experience be something that broke me. Broke us, our family. Even if we aren't sucessful, I need to try again.
I am trying to be patient. At first I was patient, telling myself that I needed time to heal and prepare my mind and body to handle another pregnancy. But I am ready. I am prepared. I am as healed as I am ever likely to be. And still I am waiting. I've tried to talk to him, convince him that we are ready to try again and as long as we plan and save and budget everything will work out one way or another. But he is firm. Unyielding. He doesn't even want to talk about it. I can't help but wonder if he's more anxious about trying again than he lets on... If he's afraid of something happening again and me not coming back from it. It was a little dicey this time there for a few weeks... And if that is the case that's fine but I wish he would tell me that. That I could work with. Talk about. Maybe get around. I don't know. But this, the not talking. It's not working for me. It's just making me sad. That detached sort of sad that's almost worse than the pain...
I don't know what to do. Just needed to vent. Wanted so badly to post this on the "TTC after a loss" thread but... we aren't. So I didn't.