Hillbeans
I told them I like Michael Bolton
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I haven't written much if at all in the past week. I want to say this just to help me start to move forward and heal.
I am going to state that I know i'm already very lucky and fortunate to have one healthy, active and loving 3 yo that means the world to me, however i've had the most horrible few days that I just don't even know what way i'm going anymore.
I had a M/C 2 weeks ago. My 3rd M/C since last July. I had no problems getting PG with # 1 and this whole ordeal has been about more than I can bear. Last week I went for an U/S and things looked good and I was told that the M/C was complete. That was until last Saturday when things seemed to start right back up again. It wasn't bad until Monday AM as I got into work. Apparently the U/S wasn't right because I soon started hemmorraging at work and needed to be driven home by my co-worker, brought to the Drs by my husband, and almost sedated by the nurse because I was bleeding so badly I couldn't even walk. The Dr. gave me Methergine, which is what pregnant women are given after delivering a baby. I soon went home, and my very caring Dr called me about 3 more times that day and reassured me i'd be ok.
It's now 14 days after the start of my M/C and it still isn't over. When I look at a pregnant woman I get so depressed I can barely function. My best friend just found out she's pregnant and i'm happy for her but so sad for myself. I don't even know if I want to even try again because this pain i'm feeling, physically and emotionally, is almost too much to bear. I did go for a slew of bloodwork last week and i'm going back next week for another check-up and a meeting about my test results. My husband tries to understand what i'm going through, however I feel this huge distance between us growing by the day.
I know time heals wounds, but at what point is it time to just say enough is enough. Why is my body doing this to me? I hate feeling sorry for myself, but each time I try to snap out of it, I am reminded by what's all around me what I just can't seem to have.
Well, I do feel better just getting this off my chest. I obviously don't know the answers and don't know what life has in store for me down the road. If you're still reading this, thanks for sticking through my story this far.
I am going to state that I know i'm already very lucky and fortunate to have one healthy, active and loving 3 yo that means the world to me, however i've had the most horrible few days that I just don't even know what way i'm going anymore.
I had a M/C 2 weeks ago. My 3rd M/C since last July. I had no problems getting PG with # 1 and this whole ordeal has been about more than I can bear. Last week I went for an U/S and things looked good and I was told that the M/C was complete. That was until last Saturday when things seemed to start right back up again. It wasn't bad until Monday AM as I got into work. Apparently the U/S wasn't right because I soon started hemmorraging at work and needed to be driven home by my co-worker, brought to the Drs by my husband, and almost sedated by the nurse because I was bleeding so badly I couldn't even walk. The Dr. gave me Methergine, which is what pregnant women are given after delivering a baby. I soon went home, and my very caring Dr called me about 3 more times that day and reassured me i'd be ok.
It's now 14 days after the start of my M/C and it still isn't over. When I look at a pregnant woman I get so depressed I can barely function. My best friend just found out she's pregnant and i'm happy for her but so sad for myself. I don't even know if I want to even try again because this pain i'm feeling, physically and emotionally, is almost too much to bear. I did go for a slew of bloodwork last week and i'm going back next week for another check-up and a meeting about my test results. My husband tries to understand what i'm going through, however I feel this huge distance between us growing by the day.
I know time heals wounds, but at what point is it time to just say enough is enough. Why is my body doing this to me? I hate feeling sorry for myself, but each time I try to snap out of it, I am reminded by what's all around me what I just can't seem to have.
Well, I do feel better just getting this off my chest. I obviously don't know the answers and don't know what life has in store for me down the road. If you're still reading this, thanks for sticking through my story this far.
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