December 25th, 2011, 01:26 PM
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Expecting #1
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Join Date: Nov 2011
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DH and I conceived our first child on December 3rd. I felt pregnant right away, especially starting on December 12th, and on December 15th, I found I was definitely pregnant. Our Christmas Angel went to heaven on December 23rd.
It was the best Christmas present ever, until we lost our baby. DH and I feel the baby was a boy, so we're calling him Gabriel, our Christmas Angel.
People have been sweet, but I'm finding the most comfort from here and other people who have lost a pregnancy. My best friend was three weeks ahead of me and she's getting to tell her family for Christmas, just like we planned to do. I'm so jealous. I just keep thinking how much I want my baby back. It sucks being a mommy without her baby. Even though I was just shy of 5 weeks, I do feel like I lost my child.
DH has been great, but to him it's more the loss of the idea of a baby since he saw the effects on me, but it was more abstract. I could feel the growing.
I had it pretty easy physically since it was just like having a heavy period, but I feel like a horrible mother for flushing my baby down the toilet. I saw the tissue, and know I had no way of truly getting my baby out to bury him, but it just feels so wrong.
I thought the concept of Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep was sweet, but now I truly understand. I still have my photo I took of my digital pregnancy test on the Christmas tree on my phone and framed in the house. It's the only photo I have and I feel the need to preserve Gabriel's memory. DH got me a maternity body pillow since I was already uncomfortable sleeping at night at 4 weeks and I've been carrying that as a sort of security blanket. He was here. He is loved. He is important.
I'm torn as to when I'd like to try again. I have an appointment with my OB that DH is coming with me to and I'm sure she'll talk about when we can try again. Part of me wants to try again, but I want to give Gabriel enough time to get strong in heaven. I'm afraid of him coming back and still not being strong enough to stay with us. I know he'll be back, whether his spirit comes back as a boy or a girl, I know he'll come back to us.
At least I'm doing better than I thought I would, but I would give anything to have my baby back.
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