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mytai - you must NOT blame yourself for miscarrying. You didn't know you were pregnant. So you can't blame yourself in all fairness for drinking and smoking. There must be millions of women who have done that to their unborn children, many of whom will have gone on to be born. It is extremely difficult to come to terms with becoming pregnant as a result of rape. The way you reacted was entirely normal. You had something inside you that also belonged to your rapist. But then your hormones kicked in and, of course, the most natural thing in the world happened, you fell in love with your little baby. Everything that happened was totally normal; you have nothing to blame yourself for.
In my case, I drank a very strong coffee that someone gave me. I tortured myself for ages afterwards because I knew I shouldn't have drunk it. I knew my body treats coffee like that as an enema, but I did it out of politeness. And then instead of lying still, I whizzed all over the country being rattled around in various forms of transport, when I now know had I lain still I would have kept that baby. By the time I got to hospital they told me it was only a potential miscarriage and that I was only spotting. With the second pregnancy, my crap excuse for an abusive boyfriend, who knew I was pregnant, refused to help me lift furniture during my move, so of course the result was inevitable. I should have asked for help.
In the end, it was just not meant to be. I always now feel like miscarriages come to teach us something. And sometimes that something is that it was not yet time, but sometimes it is that, yes, you do want to be a mother, when the time is right. Only you can know what that message might have been. Remember though that you also bombed that baby with love hormones. Many mums will be shocked or upset to start with, but then the love kicks in and wipes all that negativity away. And I believe that love, like any love, never dies.
Do you know anyone with green fingers, some little old guy on an allotment or some green-fingered granny, who could give your cutting a good start in life?! Maybe somewhere you go walking with Chelsea?