greengrace
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TW: abortion, mental illness, covid
I have a 4yo daughter. My husband had always wanted more, and so did I, ideally 2-3 years apart. I had a difficult birth and PPD/PPA very bad that went untreated due to my inept healthcare providers. It took about two years to feel normal after her birth, and we decided we were ready to try again. This was Jan 2020. Covid hit our area in February. We decided to hold off because we had no idea what was going to happen.
Between February and June 2020, I had to switch my anvxiety meds back, and add more, because my anxiety and depression went through the roof. I was hardly functioning. I had panic attacks after going to the store. I went months at a time not seeing anyone but my husband and child. We all somehow got Covid, and I have long symptoms. I was furloughed (eventually had to drop my position) and my husband was placed on leave, while they discussed (for literally like 18 months, back and forth) whether to completely eliminate his department. I also injured my hip, which took months to diagnose because the hip/abdominal/leg pain was being masked with chest tightness and fatigue from long-C. I was on anxiety/depression meds, pain meds, muscle relaxers, steroids.
Somehow, despite using protection and hardly having sex at all because of stress and the injury, I became pregnant. I wasn't even sure how far along because I had periods. I told my husband, he was so excited, and I burst into tears. I wasn't mentally stable enough to be pregnant, they literally just diagnosed my hip injury (which was either surgical or requires years of physical therapy with only middling success either way) I'd had 3 CTs, an MRI, and numerous X-rays, I was on at least four meds that are contraindicated for pregnancy, we didn't even know if we'd have jobs at all in a few months. Not to mention I had been drinking (not often, but occasionally) and smoking, to ease some anxiety.
I just could not do it. The fetus may not have survived anyway considering I'd been doing everything you AREN'T supposed to do, aside from IV drugs.
So I had an abortion. I had no regrets at the time. I felt so much relief afterwards.
Fast forward to this year. Things are finally somewhat normal for us. My husband's job is safe. I am working part-time and my daughter's going to pre-K. The age gap between kids would be much bigger than I wanted (5.5 years minimum versus 2-3 years) but not horrible. And my husband tells me he's done. He doesn't want anymore. He feels like our time passed. Fair enough, I am not ready to say I'm done but he is open to continuing the conversation, though he feels OAD.
Then this morning my daughter woke me up by putting her little hand on my cheek and asking, "Mommy, why don't I have a sister like Bluey? I really wanted one. I'm a good girl. Why didn't I get a sister like Bingo?" (In case anyone doesn't know, Bluey is a show about a little dog Bluey who has a sister, Bingo, who is about 2.5 years younger).
I broke down. I feel like I took away our chance at the family we wanted. I feel like my daughter would have been a wonderful playmate and big sister. I feel like it will be much harder going back to baby stages now rather than having it over with in a few years. I never wanted to be pregnant after 35, and I'm getting awfully close. I feel like I let my husband down and now his time has passed and maybe mine too. I know I made a thoughtful, rational decision at the time, but I'm having a VERY hard time with it right now. I've been weepy all day.
Just FYI I am 100% pro-choice, and so is my husband. He wanted the pregnancy but was completely supportive of my decision, no pushback. I've had two miscarriages, one healthy pregnancy, and this abortion.
I have a 4yo daughter. My husband had always wanted more, and so did I, ideally 2-3 years apart. I had a difficult birth and PPD/PPA very bad that went untreated due to my inept healthcare providers. It took about two years to feel normal after her birth, and we decided we were ready to try again. This was Jan 2020. Covid hit our area in February. We decided to hold off because we had no idea what was going to happen.
Between February and June 2020, I had to switch my anvxiety meds back, and add more, because my anxiety and depression went through the roof. I was hardly functioning. I had panic attacks after going to the store. I went months at a time not seeing anyone but my husband and child. We all somehow got Covid, and I have long symptoms. I was furloughed (eventually had to drop my position) and my husband was placed on leave, while they discussed (for literally like 18 months, back and forth) whether to completely eliminate his department. I also injured my hip, which took months to diagnose because the hip/abdominal/leg pain was being masked with chest tightness and fatigue from long-C. I was on anxiety/depression meds, pain meds, muscle relaxers, steroids.
Somehow, despite using protection and hardly having sex at all because of stress and the injury, I became pregnant. I wasn't even sure how far along because I had periods. I told my husband, he was so excited, and I burst into tears. I wasn't mentally stable enough to be pregnant, they literally just diagnosed my hip injury (which was either surgical or requires years of physical therapy with only middling success either way) I'd had 3 CTs, an MRI, and numerous X-rays, I was on at least four meds that are contraindicated for pregnancy, we didn't even know if we'd have jobs at all in a few months. Not to mention I had been drinking (not often, but occasionally) and smoking, to ease some anxiety.
I just could not do it. The fetus may not have survived anyway considering I'd been doing everything you AREN'T supposed to do, aside from IV drugs.
So I had an abortion. I had no regrets at the time. I felt so much relief afterwards.
Fast forward to this year. Things are finally somewhat normal for us. My husband's job is safe. I am working part-time and my daughter's going to pre-K. The age gap between kids would be much bigger than I wanted (5.5 years minimum versus 2-3 years) but not horrible. And my husband tells me he's done. He doesn't want anymore. He feels like our time passed. Fair enough, I am not ready to say I'm done but he is open to continuing the conversation, though he feels OAD.
Then this morning my daughter woke me up by putting her little hand on my cheek and asking, "Mommy, why don't I have a sister like Bluey? I really wanted one. I'm a good girl. Why didn't I get a sister like Bingo?" (In case anyone doesn't know, Bluey is a show about a little dog Bluey who has a sister, Bingo, who is about 2.5 years younger).
I broke down. I feel like I took away our chance at the family we wanted. I feel like my daughter would have been a wonderful playmate and big sister. I feel like it will be much harder going back to baby stages now rather than having it over with in a few years. I never wanted to be pregnant after 35, and I'm getting awfully close. I feel like I let my husband down and now his time has passed and maybe mine too. I know I made a thoughtful, rational decision at the time, but I'm having a VERY hard time with it right now. I've been weepy all day.
Just FYI I am 100% pro-choice, and so is my husband. He wanted the pregnancy but was completely supportive of my decision, no pushback. I've had two miscarriages, one healthy pregnancy, and this abortion.