Every day is another day
It’s been nearly 6 weeks since my miscarriage… wow, now that I say that It seems longer than I expected it to be.
It’s also been over a year since I started trying to convince my husband to have children. (I guess that’s the first form of “trying”)
6 weeks of ups and downs… 42 days of thinking about it… several times a day.
Physically, I’m okay… my OBGYN confirmed it.
She even announced that we can start trying again.
Emotionally and physiologically I’m not even close to okay.
Every day’s a battle, Every day’s a challenge.
Not many people know that it’s so difficult. Not even my mother.
I feel like a bipolar person. One day I’m happy, able to talk about it.
And able to laugh… really laugh.
And then something happens…
Something small, I see a newborn baby. And the whole day I’m miserable.
Or something big happens, a good friend announces her pregnancy…
And for hours I cry. After that I’m depressed for days.
I feel like I’m climbing a mountain, and when I get close to the top an avalanche knocks me back down and I have to dig myself out of the snow before I can start climbing up again.
All I can hold on to is what my husband said,
“Just take it day by day, and every day is another day”
Posted on January 22, 2013, in My Thoughts and tagged baby, depression, depressive, difficulty, family, feelings, fertility, husband, infertility, lifestyle, love, marriage, miscarriage, obgyn, pregnancy, thoughts, wife. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.