Tears. They just keep coming. There I was thinking I would be going back to work today.
Instead I rang my boss and bawled my eyes out in her ear, telling her that I had lost my pregnancy and that I couldn’t stop crying. She was so nice and told me to cry a river and gradually swim through it to get to the other side. And in the meantime not to go into work.
Then I called my counsellor and cried some more.
Last night I slept terribly and kept waking up with a racing heart. Then I cried and cried in my husband’s arms.
My eyelids look like little swollen mauve caterpillars.
I feel so sad for our poor lost pregnancy. I feel a black hole in my heart. Much the same as the cavity we saw in my womb at the scan, where our embryo had been.
Last year a friend of mine had two miscarriages. I sent her a link to the article below. Upon reading it again, I have found it comforting.
I hope you do too if you are reading this and are experiencing/have experienced the awful loss of miscarriage.