Rough night (dear diary)
Mar 30, 2015 8:31:39 GMT -5
Post by cabgirl on Mar 30, 2015 8:31:39 GMT -5
I'm just sort of wanting to let this out, and I didn't know where else to go. I hope you guys don't mind.
I had a nightmare last night that I didn't lose my baby, and that I gave birth to her. She was maybe almost a year old, had some characteristic signs of Turner's syndrome, and was perfect. I was travelling somewhere with her and my mother - some sort of road trip, where we were visiting a lot of old bookstores and staying at inns. Anyway, somehow (not clear on how), she got left behind in the car during a stop, just for a moment, and when I realized it I went running frantically back for her, but the car doors were all open and she was gone from her car seat. I knew in the dream someone had taken her.
I woke up in the middle of the night sobbing, and I couldn't stop. It woke up my husband. I couldn't calm down, I just felt like everything was crashing down on me again, like it happened yesterday and not in February. I had a baby, she was growing, I loved her so much, and she died. In the dream, I was almost always holding and kissing her. I was over the moon in love with her. I can't even describe the crushing feeling in that dream of realizing my baby was gone. When I woke up, I realized: not only is my baby gone forever, but I never got to hold or kiss her, and I never will. And of course, I knew this before, but it was like the full agony of it came over me all over again, after weeks of healing and feeling like the worst was behind me.
I ended up hyperventilating (I think?), finding it hard to breathe, so I took an Ativan my doctor had prescribed me after the loss. And eventually I stopped crying and went back to sleep. I'm a mess this morning, though, and I don't know where this came from. I was doing pretty well. I got my period 4 weeks after the D&C, and now I'm on my first cycle, in my fertile window, actively trying again with H. Maybe that's why this is happening; maybe I'm not ready. I can't go through this again.
Part of me feels silly or like there's something wrong with me for grieving so hard. I was only 9 weeks. There are women here who lost their sons and daughters much later into pregnancy. I've been past the miscarriage now for longer than I actually knew I was pregnant (five weeks). But I feel like what I lost was immeasurable. Knowing that my baby was a girl and that Turner's babies sometimes survive (and live full and happy lives) both makes it realer and turns the knife. She left a hole in me that won't just be filled by another baby if we conceive again. I still light a candle most nights next to the box I made of her ultrasound photos, crystals and rosebuds, and talk to her (which probably sounds crazy). It makes me sad to think there might be a time months or years from now when I don't do that anymore.
I made an appointment with a psychiatrist a few weeks ago, and it's on Thursday, but I'm going to call today when they open and see if I can get in sooner. I'm still having panic attacks, and after last night I'm scared. I don't know what any of this might mean for TTC again; if maybe we'll need to put it on hold til I can pull myself together, or if I need medication. I don't know. Any good thoughts or prayers from you guys would be awesome, if you've managed to read this far. Thanks for letting me vent here.
I had a nightmare last night that I didn't lose my baby, and that I gave birth to her. She was maybe almost a year old, had some characteristic signs of Turner's syndrome, and was perfect. I was travelling somewhere with her and my mother - some sort of road trip, where we were visiting a lot of old bookstores and staying at inns. Anyway, somehow (not clear on how), she got left behind in the car during a stop, just for a moment, and when I realized it I went running frantically back for her, but the car doors were all open and she was gone from her car seat. I knew in the dream someone had taken her.
I woke up in the middle of the night sobbing, and I couldn't stop. It woke up my husband. I couldn't calm down, I just felt like everything was crashing down on me again, like it happened yesterday and not in February. I had a baby, she was growing, I loved her so much, and she died. In the dream, I was almost always holding and kissing her. I was over the moon in love with her. I can't even describe the crushing feeling in that dream of realizing my baby was gone. When I woke up, I realized: not only is my baby gone forever, but I never got to hold or kiss her, and I never will. And of course, I knew this before, but it was like the full agony of it came over me all over again, after weeks of healing and feeling like the worst was behind me.
I ended up hyperventilating (I think?), finding it hard to breathe, so I took an Ativan my doctor had prescribed me after the loss. And eventually I stopped crying and went back to sleep. I'm a mess this morning, though, and I don't know where this came from. I was doing pretty well. I got my period 4 weeks after the D&C, and now I'm on my first cycle, in my fertile window, actively trying again with H. Maybe that's why this is happening; maybe I'm not ready. I can't go through this again.
Part of me feels silly or like there's something wrong with me for grieving so hard. I was only 9 weeks. There are women here who lost their sons and daughters much later into pregnancy. I've been past the miscarriage now for longer than I actually knew I was pregnant (five weeks). But I feel like what I lost was immeasurable. Knowing that my baby was a girl and that Turner's babies sometimes survive (and live full and happy lives) both makes it realer and turns the knife. She left a hole in me that won't just be filled by another baby if we conceive again. I still light a candle most nights next to the box I made of her ultrasound photos, crystals and rosebuds, and talk to her (which probably sounds crazy). It makes me sad to think there might be a time months or years from now when I don't do that anymore.
I made an appointment with a psychiatrist a few weeks ago, and it's on Thursday, but I'm going to call today when they open and see if I can get in sooner. I'm still having panic attacks, and after last night I'm scared. I don't know what any of this might mean for TTC again; if maybe we'll need to put it on hold til I can pull myself together, or if I need medication. I don't know. Any good thoughts or prayers from you guys would be awesome, if you've managed to read this far. Thanks for letting me vent here.