Today, I passed three gestational sacs. I am trying to put my feelings and emotions in order and to keep them under contol for my angel on earth (16month old son), but I am finding it harder and harder, especially after passing what would have been my miracle tripplets. I can not stop crying now. I feel like crawling in a hole and crying till I have no more tears. I don't understand, nor do I feel peace at all about any of this. My heart is so heavy, it feels like it is in my stomach. I don't know what to say or how to express my pain and grief or even who to talk to. I am afraid if I talk to my doctor, he will want us to put off the TTC process. I am afraid to talk to DH, because he is all ready so heartbroken and I don't want him to have to deal with my grief as well as his own. I feel like I have to be strong for my angel on earth. Yes, I have had 4 other m/c, but none have been this hard on me emotionally or physically. Yes, each was very hard on me, but when I look into the face of my baby boy, I see my heavenly angels. I feel like I have let him, my husband, my angel babies, and myself down. I don't know why we get pregnant to lose our babies, that is probably the first question I will ask at the gates of heaven, but I don't know if I really want to know the answer. Then to make matters worse, my "friend" calls today, after I told her about the m/c yesterday, and asks me if I will take her to go register for her baby shower. This is her 3rd UNPLANNED pregnancy. My heart is broken, my hopes are crushed, my soul is torn and my faith is tired. I have 8 angel babies. I m/c 3 singletons, 1 set of twins, and this set of tripplets. I want 4 children, but have been tring since the age of 18 (when I was married to my ex-husband) and have had one baby in almost 10 years. At this rate I will be 58 by the time I have 4 children. I am so hurt and angry and don't know where to direct it. I find myself getting an attitude with DH, for no reason, crying at the sight of my son, bawling every time I use the restroom and the constant flow of blood reminds me of my body rejecting my beautiful babies. What do I do, where do I go, how do I heal?
Sorry to have gone on for so long, but you were the only ones I felt comfortable sharing this with. thanks for listening.






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