Hi All,
Before I miscarried in May, I always accepted that I would have one child. No problems with that. Had never expected to have any at all...long story there.
Now I am sad when I see Chris playing alone...ALL THE TIME on regular days at home. We have friends over, sure, but it's not the same. I keep imagining his siblings with him (so does he), these phantom children, but I know that will never be. Not just because his little sister died but because I can't do hg, or the bigger nightmare for me, ppmds again.
Will I forever look at women with more than one child with such sadness and envy? Women who have normal pgs and healthy children. These are the women who have been the most support to me since Hope died, but they have 2, 3 and now since Monday, 7 children respectively. All with general ease and normalcy. I should be grateful for these new friends (especially since most of my old friends have abandoned me...guess grief is uncomfortable, eh?) but being with these three women and their children, and my son who cries about being "one," is so difficult.