Life goes on after you lose a baby. It goes on slowly, painfully, with tears and guilt.
Long after my incision had healed and I'd returned to work (I told everyone except those that I was close to that I'd had my appendix out, I just didn't want to talk to anyone about my baby) my partner and I were having problems, I hated my job, I was jealous of friends with children and my interest in sex was zero.
Eventually I went to my GP who diagnosed me with clinical depression and referred me to a psychologist for counselling. I revealed to her my desperate sadness over losing my baby, my anger with the lack of sensitivity shown to me during my treatment and recovery, my deep desire to have children and my overwhelming fear of another ectopic pregnancy. It's no wonder I was exhausted and had no energy for my relationship with my partner when I spent all my time convincing the world that I was fine and taking everything in my stride.
I managed to avoid being prescribed any antidepressants during my treatment for depression and worked through it with the help of my psychologist and a VERY understanding partner.
Two years after we lost our baby, my partner and I were married and announced to our friends and relatives that we were 10 weeks pregnant, I was so relieved to be healthy and pregnant after ectopic pregnancy. Almost five years later we've now been blessed with 2 beautiful, perfect daughters. Life is good and full of hope. I still think of that time with pain and some misguided guilt but can replace those feelings with the joy and love of my family.
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