7 Weeks And Waiting

When I got the news at the scan I was okay. I was pretty much expecting it. But now there have been a couple of days for it to sink in, and my body still hasn’t passed this pregnancy, I’m feeling pretty shit to be honest.

A combination of very angry and very sad.

I’m taking my temp each morning, as it normally drops on the morning of the miscarriage itself. It did drop on Saturday, but since then it’s gone back up (wtf, right?) to where it was. I’m still bleeding lightly, but no pains or signs of anything happening.

The hospital didn’t offer me an ERPC (evacuation of the retained products of conception – suction removal, basically), probably because I am already bleeding. And you know me – I wouldn’t have taken it anyway. The thought of it makes me feel sick.

But, that means, as it has done before, this horrible wait while my body comes to terms with what’s happened.

And you what I can’t stop thinking about? My Dad’s text message: This 3rd child isn’t happening. And one of my (supposed?) best friend’s emails. She just wrote “Oh Rose!” and then she changed the subject. She couldn’t even bring herself to say she was sorry to hear the news. I know that she doesn’t “agree” with our decision to have another baby, but just because she doesn’t support our choice, does that mean she can’t even offer a polite condolence? My friendship with her has drifted over these last couple of years, as have others, and it makes me sad and angry that she can’t offer basic support, in spite of her own beliefs about what we choose to do.

I don’t pester her with details, or ever moan about what we’re going through. I simply tell her if we get good news, and then (obviously), I have to tell her when we get bad news. That’s all.

When I think of these two comments, my chest stings with the emotion I feel. It feels like rejection, judgement, criticism, deep inside my body cavity.

Sigh.

As I’ve said before (and this is why our in-laws know nothing of what goes on), bad sympathy is actually worse than no sympathy.

What I do know is if I ever get pregnant again, I won’t be saying anything about it to either of them.

So, that aside, I’m feeling really stuck, really fed up.

Whenever I go through something bad, or emotionally difficult, my response is to make a plan, change something, try a different approach, drop everything and travel for months on end (done that three times). But with TTC and pregnancy failure, it doesn’t matter what you do, you cannot ever really control it.

I find this SO hard to deal with. You can’t escape it, you can’t control it, you can’t change it.

It makes me feel powerless and it highlights my feelings of failure. Failure!! My biggest fear. Criticism and failure just about kill me every time.

I know I need to do something, but I just don’t know what.

I feel like throwing away all our possessions. Moving to Norway or something, doing something completely different. Change of scenery, change of life.

But realistically, this isn’t really something we can do. Oh, I don’t know. I’m only really typing here because it’s a release of what I’m feeling and I can’t talk to anyone about it. These thoughts tumble around in my head and I just need to let them out.

I read a story on a mc/loss board today about a lady who had 6 mcs, had chromosome testing on 3 which were bad, and was diagnosed with poor quality eggs/diminished reserve. She then had IVF and currently has a healthy pregnancy. I’ve always been so wary of IVF because I thought if my eggs were shit then surely IVF would just entail paying for another miscarriage. But maybe not. And actually – the only testing we had done showed NO abnormality on a baby boy. It was before my coeliac diagnosis and was probably an issue with my immune system/general level of health.

That’s why this pregnancy loss sucks. Because we were unlucky enough to get a defect after being gluten free.

So, as I have done for almost three years, I wait some more.

I did read that sometimes empty sacs can be reabsorbed by the body and then you get effectively a heavy period when your HCG finally drops to zero. Maybe that’s what is happening. I have a repeat scan on January 2nd, so will find out then at the latest if nothing happens in the interim.

Today, I just wish I was better at everything. Turning 40… it makes you look back on what you’ve achieved and wonder if you could have done it better or differently. And of course, I couldn’t have done anything other than what I did, but with hindsight I can see more clearly where I could have made better choices. Where I’ve wasted time, had false starts, and given up when perhaps I shouldn’t have. I have no regrets, but I do feel that I should have something more to show for 40 years of life. I don’t even know exactly what, but something.

I know that comparing yourself to others is a losers game, but when I do compare myself to others – the other mums I know, the other friends I have that are my age – I seem less grounded, less organised. We’re still on our first property and my earnings are zero despite my earning potential and the fact that I have two degrees.

I feel like we’re still trying to get 30 right, ten years on.

I feel like I’ve got to 40 before I should have.

6 thoughts on “7 Weeks And Waiting”

  1. Sorry you’re still struggling with this…and even more sorry that you don’t really have anyone you can talk to about it! Reading everyone’s blogs, it just kills me that so many people have families that just don’t support and/or care about them and what they’re going through!! My family lives far away from me, but at least I know I can talk to my mom and sister and they will listen and offer words of support, even if they don’t understand what I’m truly talking about. I wish everyone just had a great support system…I still wish all TTC couples could just live on an island together for our own little support group!!

    • I am really glad to hear your family is supportive – you are very lucky and it will make things easier to bear (even if it may not feel like it sometimes!). Yes – it would be good wouldn’t it 🙂 A little island of kindness. I like that idea 🙂

  2. My heart aches for you as I read this, it brings me back to our own losses and the countless hurtful “support” comments we received and the friendship we have lost along the way. One of the negative thing RPL has taught me is the hurtful and insensitive things people say and ask. I am really mad at our society for placing miscarriage and baby loss under tight lock and key and making women feel so uncomfortable for discussing their experiences. It seems like to protect others feeling, we, the mothers who have lost are left to hurt on our own in silence. Which of course results in being terribly isolated and does nothing good for our mental health and well being.
    I am sorry you are facing all of this, and you are in my thoughts. I wish you light and love and hope for a better tomorrow.

    • Thank you. I know I am incredibly grateful for stumbling over the internet as a way to connect with people. It has truly saved my sanity on several occassions. I’ve witnessed so many RPL’ers lose contact with friends and family. You are right – miscarriage is a taboo subject. Dreadful isn’t it? I only hope that if anyone, ever, between now and the end of my life, confides in me over some trauma that has happened to them, that I will step up and offer the kind of words I wish I’d heard more of.

  3. Maybe this experience can help you help others. I don’t know…maybe this is one of those “best to just shut up” comments. I’m so sorry for what you have been through that continues. I wish you only the best. xo

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