I spent Sunday evening in the hospital with some spotting at 8 weeks pregnant. I had a follow up on Tuesday with the OB she and the radiologist showed me an ultrasound of my unborn struggling to survive. The tiny little heart stops and restarts and stops and then struggles to go a little more. It was the most horrifying thing I have ever seen and I've been in combat! I cried and cried and cried, not so much at the loss I was about to have, but over not being able to help this poor darling little baby and watching her struggle for each beat of her heart. I immediately called my partner and explained the grief I had been through and told him I was coming home there was no way I could continue this day at work. It was his day off and he was in the woods hunting. I thought he'd be waiting for me...he showed up four hours later! He never spoke a word about how I feel, never asked what he could do. So I just kept quiet thinking that he is maybe grieving as well. When I finally mustered up the confindence to begin to speak about my ordeal, I told him I would really need him to go next time and he said...I'm not going, I don't want to see that! When I got upset and began to cry he told me to stop being a bi$%ch about it.
Are you F$%^ing kidding me! I don't want to see it either, but I have to live through it. I have to walk around for days at a time knowing that my baby is going to die inside me, there is nothing I can do about it but just sit and wait. What ever happened to "for better or worse" some best friend huh?
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