The physical pain has gone now but the emptiness is so massive. I keep trying to carry on so no one can see. I feel so torn as I want to explain how I cut up I feel but I don't want Si to say he doesn't think we should try again in case it happens again.
I look at myself in the mirror and so hate what I see. Just a couple of days ago, I was special. I was carrying a new life inside me, now I'm just an empty bottle, like the bottle of wine from last night. No good for anything except throwing out for recycling. Wish there was something I could be re-made as.
I look at my boys and know they need their proper mum, so got to keep on going and not keep dwelling in self pity. It was my baby though. My little life that was growing inside. I'm grateful that it wasn't much further through and I hadn't felt movement, but in the three weeks we'd known, I was so happy, and truly enjoying every moment. Relishing the pregnancy feelings and the feelings of elation and pride. The expectations of scans, the excitement of the birth and meeting our final member of our family.
I look at myself in the mirror and so hate what I see. Just a couple of days ago, I was special. I was carrying a new life inside me, now I'm just an empty bottle, like the bottle of wine from last night. No good for anything except throwing out for recycling. Wish there was something I could be re-made as.
I look at my boys and know they need their proper mum, so got to keep on going and not keep dwelling in self pity. It was my baby though. My little life that was growing inside. I'm grateful that it wasn't much further through and I hadn't felt movement, but in the three weeks we'd known, I was so happy, and truly enjoying every moment. Relishing the pregnancy feelings and the feelings of elation and pride. The expectations of scans, the excitement of the birth and meeting our final member of our family.
