Hello. I use to be smallpotato, and now I’m nurseren. My daughter was born sleeping at 24 weeks, and that was 6 weeks ago. She had a hole in her heart and a really rare chromosome disorder, and after I had a big bleed, she passed away.
I take each day as it comes. Some days I’m okay. Today I was not. I have a 4 yr old, and I walk him to school everyday. Everyday I see a mum who was on the page of our local newspaper as her baby stopped breathing and she had to wait for 999. Everyday she smokes over this baby and shouts at her 4yr old. I don’t know whether it’s anger, envy, jealously… but today I snapped. I came home and sobbed so much that I ended up sleeping the day away.
Most days I want to die. I truly believe that I have no place on this earth anymore. My husband can find someone better, plus I have medical conditions so my life is insured. He would be okay. The only reason I haven’t killed myself is because of my son. He is giving me the purpose to live.
Im having lots of therapy due to the trauma of this pregnancy. Each week I was told whether she was going to live or die, or whether I needed intervention. In the end, she decided herself.
I do OPK everyday to track my cycle. My period was last week and it was so bad that I ruined so many pairs of underwear and leggings. Im not ovulating yet. If you asked me a few weeks ago if I wanted another baby I would have said yes. Now I’m not sure I can go through the trauma of pregnancy again, and I’m not sure I’m a good mum for a baby.
I’m sorry to post this. Other than therapy, I have no other place.
I’ve had so much trauma this year. I’ve worked in covid ICU since 2020. My brother in law was arrested for a really serious crime. I broke my leg. Then my daughter died.