What did you do in rememberance?
I feel Like I need to do something, but theres nothing to even bury.
When I found out I was pg with my 3rd, I knew instantly that I had twin girls. My belly grew huge and fast and I felt them move like crazy. I told many people I thought twins and they all told me I was crazy. At about 20 weeks, by belly abrubtly stopped growing and I started to face the thought of being wrong. I spent the next few weeks in panic and confusion, finally deciding to get an ultrasound at 31 weeks to see what was going on. The found one baby, thats it.
I spent the next 12 weeks in mourning for the baby I had "lost" that I had been expecting and preparing for and mentally abusing myself for being so stupid as to believe that I had twins.
Fast-forward to the birth. 2 placentas. 2 amniotic sacks. 2 cords. 1 baby.
I wasnt crazy and I lost my baby.
This has been really difficult and confusing to deal with.
I am kind of a wreck and I keep pushing it all back down because I dont have the time to deal with it right now.
I feel like I need to do something to acknowledge her, mourn her.
I keep looking at my perfect baby and thinking "what would her twin have looked like, been like" "what would having twins be like that I am missing out on right now" "does her sister miss her presence in some way"? I keep looking for the 4th child and shes not there. Its torture. I never even got to meet her, to hold her.
I feel Like I need to do something, but theres nothing to even bury.
When I found out I was pg with my 3rd, I knew instantly that I had twin girls. My belly grew huge and fast and I felt them move like crazy. I told many people I thought twins and they all told me I was crazy. At about 20 weeks, by belly abrubtly stopped growing and I started to face the thought of being wrong. I spent the next few weeks in panic and confusion, finally deciding to get an ultrasound at 31 weeks to see what was going on. The found one baby, thats it.
I spent the next 12 weeks in mourning for the baby I had "lost" that I had been expecting and preparing for and mentally abusing myself for being so stupid as to believe that I had twins.
Fast-forward to the birth. 2 placentas. 2 amniotic sacks. 2 cords. 1 baby.
I wasnt crazy and I lost my baby.
This has been really difficult and confusing to deal with.
I am kind of a wreck and I keep pushing it all back down because I dont have the time to deal with it right now.
I feel like I need to do something to acknowledge her, mourn her.
I keep looking at my perfect baby and thinking "what would her twin have looked like, been like" "what would having twins be like that I am missing out on right now" "does her sister miss her presence in some way"? I keep looking for the 4th child and shes not there. Its torture. I never even got to meet her, to hold her.






I am sorry about the loss of your daughter. 


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I told him then that he'd had a twin who didn't make it, and after some explaining what that meant, he said he felt better. Now I do think about it every now and then, especially on his birthday.

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