Post by LMC on Feb 24, 2016 9:24:19 GMT -5
I'm a fucking mess.
J and I just sat around on the couch in silence, crying off and on, for hours last night. We eventually turned on the TV just for the noise. We both crashed from what I have to assume was being completely emotionally exhausted around 9:15. We laid in bed watching TV on my iPad and just trying to hang on tight to each other.
I woke up around 2. I laid there for a few hours, crying off and on.
I'll cry. Hard. For 10 minute spurts. Then I'll just sit here. J and I sat on the couch in silence for an hour this morning. Neither of has any idea what to say to each other. We handle things so differently. He was on the phone with his parents for an hour last night. I could only stay on the phone with mine for 5 minutes at a time. I haven't even spoken to my Dad, I just don't think I can handle it.
Every time I think I'm taking a break from crying, I'll just see something or think of something else. The pregnancy tea I bought that I found out I couldn't even drink until later. All of the positive tests. All of my medication. My hospital bracelets from my retrieval and transfer. Christ, the ultrasound pictures. Last night, I was feeling a little more stable before bed, taking the medication out of our bathroom and storing it in the spare room. And then I saw the hair net thing that they gave DH for the transfer. He kept it. I completely fucking lost it and just cried to him that I didn't know what to do with it.
My heart breaks every time I see one of these things. But I don't know what to do with them. It's all we have left. I can't throw my baby away. It hurts so much.
Another fucking Christmas without a baby.
I can't believe that we have to start all over. I was so sad when none of our other embryos made it, but I was so happy when our one made it and seemed to stick.
I can't believe that we have to go through this again. And it's hard to think about. Because I feel like rushing into it is just replacing the baby.
I can't do this.
J and I just sat around on the couch in silence, crying off and on, for hours last night. We eventually turned on the TV just for the noise. We both crashed from what I have to assume was being completely emotionally exhausted around 9:15. We laid in bed watching TV on my iPad and just trying to hang on tight to each other.
I woke up around 2. I laid there for a few hours, crying off and on.
I'll cry. Hard. For 10 minute spurts. Then I'll just sit here. J and I sat on the couch in silence for an hour this morning. Neither of has any idea what to say to each other. We handle things so differently. He was on the phone with his parents for an hour last night. I could only stay on the phone with mine for 5 minutes at a time. I haven't even spoken to my Dad, I just don't think I can handle it.
Every time I think I'm taking a break from crying, I'll just see something or think of something else. The pregnancy tea I bought that I found out I couldn't even drink until later. All of the positive tests. All of my medication. My hospital bracelets from my retrieval and transfer. Christ, the ultrasound pictures. Last night, I was feeling a little more stable before bed, taking the medication out of our bathroom and storing it in the spare room. And then I saw the hair net thing that they gave DH for the transfer. He kept it. I completely fucking lost it and just cried to him that I didn't know what to do with it.
My heart breaks every time I see one of these things. But I don't know what to do with them. It's all we have left. I can't throw my baby away. It hurts so much.
Another fucking Christmas without a baby.
I can't believe that we have to start all over. I was so sad when none of our other embryos made it, but I was so happy when our one made it and seemed to stick.
I can't believe that we have to go through this again. And it's hard to think about. Because I feel like rushing into it is just replacing the baby.
I can't do this.