AlwaysPraying
Mom of two!
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I'm in no shape to give advice or to help anyone right at this minute. I am scheduled for my D&C on tuesday, today is our last day together, he is so sick and can't survive.
I was crying today at my partner and saying the usual pains about - there is supposed to be six more months, I'm supposed to give birth in november, we're supposed to have a baby at christmas. It wasn't supposed to end like this, at 14 weeks, it was supposed to be so different.
He looked me straight in the eye and said, "NO, this IS exactly how it was supposed to be". He went on to tell me that this is our babies story and he was supposed to be with us for 14 weeks and 5 days and not a day longer or shorter. We were never meant to give birth in november, we were never meant to have a baby at this christmas.
I tried to respond and say, "it was only that I forced them to do a 12 week ultrasound that we even found out". I told him how I pushed it and how they agreed, and if that never happened we would have found out at the 18 week ultrasound. That it COULD be a different story.
Again, he stood strong and said again, "NO, we would have found out at 12 weeks no matter what, because that is our story, the world would have made that happen, nothing could have changed what happened".
I think it's really going to help me moving forward. With all the dates, the dates that pass where I'm "supposed to be" at a certain point, and all that. I can say, that I'm not supposed to be anything, I'm supposed to be right where I am. Respecting and honouring due dates, birthdays, conception dates is different. Not that it was supposed to be, but that's what would have been, if it would have been different. But it wasn't.
It's 3am here and I'm trying to stay up as long as I can to spend as much time with my little man as possible. I've learned that my baby is so strong and so capable. That he has fought so hard and I can't contain him any longer. It's only his earthly body that will be missing, but his soul will forever stay with us. Not a moment goes by that I don't think something new and it's hard to keep up with it's all happening so fast. I just don't want to be sad. It IS sad, but I owe my baby love and tenderness, honour and respect. My babies short life isn't sad, it just was 14 weeks. It's too bad and sad that it wasn't able to last longer, that is so true, but the life that this baby had was all it had, it's all it knows, it is his story from start to finish.
I was crying today at my partner and saying the usual pains about - there is supposed to be six more months, I'm supposed to give birth in november, we're supposed to have a baby at christmas. It wasn't supposed to end like this, at 14 weeks, it was supposed to be so different.
He looked me straight in the eye and said, "NO, this IS exactly how it was supposed to be". He went on to tell me that this is our babies story and he was supposed to be with us for 14 weeks and 5 days and not a day longer or shorter. We were never meant to give birth in november, we were never meant to have a baby at this christmas.
I tried to respond and say, "it was only that I forced them to do a 12 week ultrasound that we even found out". I told him how I pushed it and how they agreed, and if that never happened we would have found out at the 18 week ultrasound. That it COULD be a different story.
Again, he stood strong and said again, "NO, we would have found out at 12 weeks no matter what, because that is our story, the world would have made that happen, nothing could have changed what happened".
I think it's really going to help me moving forward. With all the dates, the dates that pass where I'm "supposed to be" at a certain point, and all that. I can say, that I'm not supposed to be anything, I'm supposed to be right where I am. Respecting and honouring due dates, birthdays, conception dates is different. Not that it was supposed to be, but that's what would have been, if it would have been different. But it wasn't.
It's 3am here and I'm trying to stay up as long as I can to spend as much time with my little man as possible. I've learned that my baby is so strong and so capable. That he has fought so hard and I can't contain him any longer. It's only his earthly body that will be missing, but his soul will forever stay with us. Not a moment goes by that I don't think something new and it's hard to keep up with it's all happening so fast. I just don't want to be sad. It IS sad, but I owe my baby love and tenderness, honour and respect. My babies short life isn't sad, it just was 14 weeks. It's too bad and sad that it wasn't able to last longer, that is so true, but the life that this baby had was all it had, it's all it knows, it is his story from start to finish.