coolguy123
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I thought I was having a very much wanted second baby after a miscarriage last year. I have a 2.5 year old who is my world. We went for a reassurance scan at 7+4 which showed two fetal poles with heartbeats measuring 9.2mm and 9.8mm and 7+0 days. Two separate sacs and yolk sacs. I’m completely devastated and I keep praying this isn’t happening and I hate myself because of it. I went from full of joy to hoping that I’ll miscarry one or both and I hate myself for feeling like this. I feel like my life is over. My partner is over the moon and whilst he wouldn’t have planned twins he very much wants the babies. I can’t shake this feeling that I can’t breathe. That I’m trapped. That raising twins with a 3 yo will destroy my body and destroy my mental health. My beautiful toddler didn’t sleep for the first 2 years and it was tough. I had possible GD in my first pregnancy and I’m terrified of what this pregnancy will do to my body. I have Ankylosing Spondylitis which is quite mild but can have flares (type of arthritis and I also have well controlled asthma) I desperate don’t want to have premature sick babies. I desperately don’t want a C-Section. I don’t want to be sick and ill the whole time. 2 weeks ago I was strength training and cross fitting 3 x a week and now I’m currently bed bound with nausea and vomiting and have been unable to keep any food down for 2 days.
I see images of not being able to afford childcare. Of having to leave the career I worked so hard for because of it. I see images of sobbing surrounded by screaming children that outnumber us and wishing I’d never had them. I see never been able to just pop to the shop because there is 3 of them and 1 of me. Never being able to take my eldest to the park easily.
All I’ve heard is how even the ‘easy’ pregnancies were horrendous. That the first few years are all about survival. I don’t want to survive. I want to thrive. I finally felt like we were in a good place and ready for another child and this has devastated me. I’ve known for a week now and I still feel that we were supposed to be 4 and not 5. It really hurts and I feel so guilty.
I see images of not being able to afford childcare. Of having to leave the career I worked so hard for because of it. I see images of sobbing surrounded by screaming children that outnumber us and wishing I’d never had them. I see never been able to just pop to the shop because there is 3 of them and 1 of me. Never being able to take my eldest to the park easily.
All I’ve heard is how even the ‘easy’ pregnancies were horrendous. That the first few years are all about survival. I don’t want to survive. I want to thrive. I finally felt like we were in a good place and ready for another child and this has devastated me. I’ve known for a week now and I still feel that we were supposed to be 4 and not 5. It really hurts and I feel so guilty.