I have a D&C scheduled for Thursday at 7:30am. Been through this before so I am truly dreading it. I will be home on bed rest for several days following.
I am now struggling with separating the tangible goods from my heart. I had attached names to the baby. I had begun a scrapbook of happenings. We had purchased a blanket. Gone on a Zoo outing and thoughtfully picked out a unisex plastic cup. We each painted a butterfly as a symbol of new life. Andrew painted the 'boy' and I the 'girl'. These things are all that, just things, but they hold a special place in our hearts.
After reflecting for 11 hours, I find that I am a bit more settled with the results and a lot more adjusted. I can't and wont accept that my God is a Karmic God, nor that the Devil has so much power over me that I would allow him to take from me something that I loved more than myself. So I am left with only one choice. This was meant to be. Though I do not understand a BIT of it and feel completely robbed, I believe that there is a higher power that has my best interests at heart. So, I move on to the next phase after processing this loss, which is starting over.
Let the good times roll.