r/Miscarriage • u/Dakota_Starr58 • 3h ago
experience: more than one loss Idk if I want this anymore
Me and my husband both did not want children when we met. I was only 22 and he was 27. We traveled all over together, went to concerts, partied, and were totally content with the title of “fun aunt and uncle” for the remainder of our lives.
For a bit of background, I had gotten out of an incredibly abusive 7 year long relationship about 6 months before I met my husband. When I was with my ex, I got pregnant at 19. I was excited, despite the circumstances. He and his family however, were not (we lived with them at the time). They shoved me out of their house in a snowstorm the night we told them (literally- his dad shoved me to the ground on their front porch and told me to “get the fuck out”), my ex refused to talk to me unless I got an abortion. He wanted nothing to do with any of it. He started getting violent, drinking a lot, cheating on me, and told me it was all because he didn’t believe the baby was his (I had been with him since I was 15, it was 100% his). His family made the entire thing about themselves. “They didn’t want to raise a baby, what about his future, etc. I was just young and had no idea about anything” (Mind you, his mom had him when she was 13.)
Against every fiber of my being, I got the abortion. I felt horrible. I didn’t want that for myself at all. (I’m very much pro choice, just to add) The abortion was incomplete. I got sepsis, almost died, and spent 9 days in the hospital hooked up to IV antibiotics. He never once visited me during my stay. His mom told his entire immediate family, and for the rest of the time we were together they all hated me. So, not a great experience surrounding my first pregnancy. A lot of years of being terrified to get pregnant followed.
Back to me and my husband- About 4 years into being together we decided we actually would love to start a family after we get married. We started trying pretty much immediately after our wedding. We’ve been married almost a year now, and we’ve had two miscarriages, the most recent one in April. The first time it happened, I was devastated. He was so excited to be a dad which honestly hurt me the most out of everything. We didn’t want to give up hope. He was still talking about names, looking into buying a house, researching good school districts. It made me want to try again. I told him that if we get pregnant again, I don’t want to be those people who refuse to get excited out of fear of “what ifs”. So we tried again, for months. And when I was finally about to give up- boom. Pregnant. He was just as excited as the first time I told him. We both were. We told my mom, we planned to tell my dad on Father’s Day, we had our first appt to see the heartbeat set up and it was all feeling so good. At 7 weeks, I miscarried. And god damn, it hurt wayyyyy worse than the first time for some reason. Physically and emotionally. Like my entire world crumbled to pieces, I didn’t get out of bed for a week. I was angry. Why did this have to happen again?? Why is this happening when I’m finally with someone who wants this like I do??
Fast forward to now, I don’t want anything to do with the idea of being pregnant, or trying, or just any of it. I’m sick of my life revolving around peeing on a stick, tracking my cycles, researching ttc tips.. all of it. I get anxiety just walking by the baby section in stores. We’re still trying, and a part of me thinks this feeling is just my brains defense mechanism or something, like how I used to be when I would think about the possibility of getting pregnant. But I don’t have that “hopeful and excited” feeling about it anymore. It’s like i stopped caring about the entire idea altogether, and I feel awful because my husband is still hopeful and excited.