I'm so angry right now.
I'm so mad that we have to start all over again. That (hopefully) we will have the opportunity to once more go through 18 weeks of hell, with hope and prayers for a better outcome.
I'm so angry that it will literally be hell, that so much was taken from us, and that so much of the future has been taken from us unjustly.
I'm so angry at myself for feeling like I gave up on my little boy. What if he just needed more time? What if all the experts were wrong, and everything would have righted itself if we just gave it more time?
I'm so angry that at this time yesterday my uterus was full of life, and right now it's hollow.
I'm so angry that my husband now has to tell people that he's not going to be a dad. That I now cringe whenever I see a father with his son. I'm so angry that he has been robbed of this opportunity, that his son had to die.
I'm so angry that nothing will ever make this better.
Grieving the loss of a fetus at 20 weeks gestation. Seeking answers to a multitude of questions including, "why us?", in what is currently an abyss of darkness and silence. As a molecular geneticist I feel let down by the area I have instilled so much faith, and as a woman who thought she would be a mother, I am grieving the loss of my innocence and naiveté about pregnancy. I love comments, even anonymous ones. Please feel free to post comments, even if it's simply a nod.
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Saturday, August 3, 2013
Anger
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