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July 3, 2009, 10:20 pm PDT
the loss of my babies.
I'm Lea, and I'm 20. Having children was always a big part of my plan for the future. I always believed that I would be married before I even thought of having children. I met my now ex boyfriend while I was in school, 2 weeks after I started my senior year. Everything was okay, I felt like I was falling for him, but he changed after a while, became more moody, and his anger began to show, a side I hadn't seen before. I was a people pleaser, meaning I do everything I can to keep someone happy, no matter how much it hurt me. We had been dating 4 months, and since the 1st month, he had been nagging me to sleep with him, and I was a virgin at the time, I made of excuses, told him no, pretty much anything I could think of, and finally I got so tired of the nagging and complaining, and at the time I didn't want to lose him, so I gave it up. Well, 3 short weeks later, after having a bunch of the symptoms of being pregnant, I took a test, or two, and they were positive, it made me so happy, but I wasn't sure how he would react, so I hadn't told him, I was pretty much scared to. Weeks had past, and I hadn't told anyone, but my best friend, not even my mom knew. I was 6 weeks and 5 days, when I got into an arguement with him over something stupid, and he walled off, losing his temper, and punched me really hard in the stomach, after that, something wasn't right, and about 48 hours later, I miscarried with my son(I found out through a baby predictor calendar what he was going to be), after that, I didn't say anything to anyone about it, except maybe 2 people, those being my close friend, and my sister. My second loss came a bit differently though, I made a mistake, and slept with a guy that I never should of slept with, and once again I got pregnant. There was so much stress going on in my life, it was so horrible, and I knew that I was going to lose him too, I had severe pain in my stomach for weeks after finding out, and then on March, 17th of this year, I lost him, just like I thought I was going to. It was so scary, and it worries me now that there may be something wrong with my body, I'm not functioning like I'm suppose to, and I hope to god that I don't end up being infertile. That would really hurt, because ever since I was little, I've always loved, and wanted children of my own. Anyone have any advice on how to cope? I'm still having a hard time with everything.
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