December 20, 2012
So many sayings out there but tonight I am experiencing the "kicking of a dead horse."
I have been surprisingly well since the D&C 10 days ago. I didn't even have to take any pain pills after the procedure. I had one rough day (on Friday I had bad cramps and heavier tissue) but other than that smooth sailing.
I've hardly cried since the procedure and I keep telling myself it's all behind me. I'm moving forward.
But then tonight happened. I fed my sister's baby a bottle (he's 9 weeks old) and came home to work on projects. My chest had been sore for almost the entire pregnancy and it recently stopped hurting. However, yesterday they were sore again.
A few hours ago, I realized I'm producing milk. I'm lactating. If I squeeze my nipples, warm, white milk comes out. Food for a baby that I will never feed. A strange and painful reminder of what I thought I had possibly overcame. A wave as sadness hit. If this isn't kicking a dead horse, I don't know what is.
However, the other part of it made us laugh. It's almost funny. It's nuts. I was only 8 weeks pregnant but Darren just figured since the baby is out, maybe my body thinks I gave birth? WEIRD. I was also happy to know that I CAN nurse down the road. 2 cousins that are blood related don't produce milk and I've always wondered if I will be able to (in comparison to infertility that's like the least of my concerns). But, at least I know I will.
So I sit here typing, with wet spots on my shirt letting life give me one more little kick. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger right? :)
I've heard people having miscarriages have all the after birth symptoms. :(
ReplyDeleteHang in there friend.