My hands want to type something profound but my brain isn't letting it.
I know I just announced my pregnancy because I was so incredibly happy that I was starting my own little family, finally. I guess that is why pregnant woman don't share their good fortune till at least the 12th week.
I don't know what to say or how to say it, but I will try my best.
They recently took me off my many medications because it was bad for the baby, so my doctor said that we didn't even have time to wean me off.. just stop them. It made me kinda go crazy. Having severe depression, extreme social and general anxiety, multiple panic attacks each day, fainting, and insomnia issues.. going off these medications cold turkey really messed with my body and mind.
A few days ago, I had a lot of heavy bleeding. I had read that pregnant woman may have their periods during pregnancy (very small percentage) and I just thought that I had started my period and was part of the very small and unlucky few.
Then the pain came. I started fainting repeatedly. I was in so much pain that I literally started crying and shaking. Sharp pains. Lots of them, for hours. Something was wrong. This wasn't menstrual cramps anymore, this was full blown pain.
Boyfriend rushed me to the ER. I don't really remember my visit at the ER, but I'll tell you what I know. I heard "it is in danger" "what should we do" "it cannot survive" "we need to take it out" I remember I was so angry that they kept calling my baby.. "it". I'm fully aware that I was only 6 almost 7 weeks along.. but my baby is definitely not an "it".
Then I remember waking up.. and I didn't have a baby anymore, growing inside of me. It was gone. I knew instantly that it was gone. I cried. A lot. I've been crying. I keep on getting these lovely messages and wall posts about websites and what to do when you are pregnant ect ect, and I am so thankful for the people who PM'd me and posted it across my Wall.
I just can't deal with that anymore and needed to announce this. It is good to talk about things and get support.. or so says my therapist. I need to heal. I need to find my mind and not go crazy when I see a baby on TV. I need to stop dreaming.
I need words of wisdom. I need stories. I need you to comfort me and I need you to tell me that these things just happen. I need a lot right now and I can't seem to not be broken hearted about this.
Is it normal to be this upset..? Is it normal to love something so much already even though I barely just knew about him/her? Is it normal to classify this as a traumatic moment in my life? I know how common it is for women to miscarry.
How do I get through something like this? Am I going to get through this at all in one piece?
(thank you to Beck and Kira for talking to me the last couple of days, you are both incredibly amazing and I don't know how insane I would have got without you two, those were lovely gifts.)
I know I just announced my pregnancy because I was so incredibly happy that I was starting my own little family, finally. I guess that is why pregnant woman don't share their good fortune till at least the 12th week.
I don't know what to say or how to say it, but I will try my best.
They recently took me off my many medications because it was bad for the baby, so my doctor said that we didn't even have time to wean me off.. just stop them. It made me kinda go crazy. Having severe depression, extreme social and general anxiety, multiple panic attacks each day, fainting, and insomnia issues.. going off these medications cold turkey really messed with my body and mind.
A few days ago, I had a lot of heavy bleeding. I had read that pregnant woman may have their periods during pregnancy (very small percentage) and I just thought that I had started my period and was part of the very small and unlucky few.
Then the pain came. I started fainting repeatedly. I was in so much pain that I literally started crying and shaking. Sharp pains. Lots of them, for hours. Something was wrong. This wasn't menstrual cramps anymore, this was full blown pain.
Boyfriend rushed me to the ER. I don't really remember my visit at the ER, but I'll tell you what I know. I heard "it is in danger" "what should we do" "it cannot survive" "we need to take it out" I remember I was so angry that they kept calling my baby.. "it". I'm fully aware that I was only 6 almost 7 weeks along.. but my baby is definitely not an "it".
Then I remember waking up.. and I didn't have a baby anymore, growing inside of me. It was gone. I knew instantly that it was gone. I cried. A lot. I've been crying. I keep on getting these lovely messages and wall posts about websites and what to do when you are pregnant ect ect, and I am so thankful for the people who PM'd me and posted it across my Wall.
I just can't deal with that anymore and needed to announce this. It is good to talk about things and get support.. or so says my therapist. I need to heal. I need to find my mind and not go crazy when I see a baby on TV. I need to stop dreaming.
I need words of wisdom. I need stories. I need you to comfort me and I need you to tell me that these things just happen. I need a lot right now and I can't seem to not be broken hearted about this.
Is it normal to be this upset..? Is it normal to love something so much already even though I barely just knew about him/her? Is it normal to classify this as a traumatic moment in my life? I know how common it is for women to miscarry.
How do I get through something like this? Am I going to get through this at all in one piece?
(thank you to Beck and Kira for talking to me the last couple of days, you are both incredibly amazing and I don't know how insane I would have got without you two, those were lovely gifts.)