My baby was the size of a large olive. Almost all of her vital organs were formed. She had tiny finger nail buds & her body was covered in fine hair. And now she’s gone.
So, I’m writing my emotions because I can’t bring myself to verbalise them & they have to escape somehow.
With my health & my history this wasn’t unexpected, but that didn’t make it any less shocking. Being pregnant again was scary. It felt unreal to begin with, but I had started to believe that this was my time. The fear never left me, but the hope grew.
I felt very pregnant. I still do, which seems particularly unfair. Sickness & nausea & cramps & sore nipples & peeing or crying every two minutes. Strong smells became my nemesis. I haven’t even been able to wear my own perfume. Pregnancy ruled out almost all of my normal meds. I’ve basically felt horrendous but been delighted to suffer. All the pain & discomfort meant my body was doing the very thing I didn’t think it could do. I worried about every twinge, but I also relished them.
I felt like we were having a girl. He never said so, but I think maybe the toy boy did too. We talked about girl’s names so much more than boy’s. I talked & thought too much about too many things.
Names & maternity clothes.
The best way to tell my neice & when to tell the rest of the world.
Which stories to read at bedtime & what songs might lull my baby to sleep.
Painting tropical leaves in the nursery & learning all that baby wearing stuff.
I really thought this was it. All the stars looked aligned. I got caught up in believing that I could have this & amongst the heartbreak I feel furious. I’m so angry with myself for not protecting the most vulnerable part of me. I’m angry that my body won’t do what comes naturally to so many. I’m angry that I have failed again. I’m angry that the world keeps doing this to me.
Behind the anger is real fear. I am so scared that I can’t get through this again & even more frightened that this will be my only experience of pregnancy. The idea that carrying a life will always end in loss is overwhelming. I’ve worked so hard not to be overwhelmed by what life has forced upon me. I’m terrified of losing myself in madness once more.
I’m still very much in the process of losing this baby. I know she’s gone, but my body doesn’t seem aware of it. I still feel pregnant. I don’t feel able to take any of the meds that I know will make this easier because I haven’t detached from the need to protect this little life. I have avoided speaking to even those closest to me because I’m just not ready to completely let go of my beautiful dream. I’ve been able to do this partly due to the support of my lovely toy boy. To be taken care of without having to ask is a powerful thing. Having a companion in this is a new experience & a huge blessing (a word that will have him shaking his head), but it’s true.
I feel much less alone. This child feels acknowledged & important. That’s a both a comfort and fuel for my guilt. I am aware that I am culpable for creating the situations that led to my boy not mattering to others in the same way. I’m also clear that it is my body that failed them. It’s acutely painful to live with that knowledge; no matter how unwilling the neglect.
Isolation isn’t the answer. I know that, but I need some time. I have to let my body & my heart get used to the idea that I won’t be nurturing this child into life. I appreciate everyone’s patience.
10 thoughts on “I’ve got tears that are scared of the facts…”
Oh lovely my heart is aching for you. I’m so very sorry that you are going through this again. There are no words I can write that will help.
You are so brave to write about this. You are so right to acknowledge the life you carried. Your baby. But you have not failed, this is not your fault. Keep talking to us if it helps at all xxx
Thanks you so much.xx
My dear sweet, fierce and lovely Ly,
I’m so sorry for your loss, look after yourself and give the Toy Boy an approving nod from me. I’ve been thinking of you often so thank you for sharing this and I hope it helped in some tiny way.
Thank you, darling.xx
You’re one hell of a writer, Ly. What a heartbreaking, and beautifully-written, tribute to your lost little one.
From what I have seen on the social stuff it looks as though those who love you have wrapped you up in their love at the moment, which is good. And the toyboy sounds like such a decent human. I’m thinking of you both.
Thank you so much. Xx
I’m so sorry to read this, Ly. This baby and your boy will always be your children. There will always be a part of your heart reserved just for them. I have no words to help, but your strength and the love of your nearest & dearest will get you through. x
just seeing this now. beautiful, raw, honest words – that unfortunately, many of us can relate to. thank you for sharing. you are not alone, you are never alone. i am so sorry – and very angry – that this pregnancy didn’t continue. your loss is real, and i’m so sorry. ❤
Thank you. Xx
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