I am 22 years old and over the past few years, I have dealt with a lot of pain and loss.
I delivered my first baby on October 10th, 2008. I had a normal pregnancy up until I went into pre-term labor while lying on the couch. After being hospitalized for days, my water broke and my son, Byron, was born. He died later that same day. I was 20 years old at the time. My husband and I were in a state of shock. I just couldn't believe something so awful had happened to me and I felt like I was going crazy. I was always paranoid something bad was going to happen. I used to bring his urn upstairs at night and leave it by my bed side, otherwise I couldn't sleep because I was terrified something would happen to "him" I finally told my husband not to let me do this no matter what because it just seemed crazy. I got over doing this. It took me a long time, what felt like forever, to be ok. almost 8 months later, I got pregnant again. I miscarried at 5 weeks. I was disappointed but I handled it well. I think it was only because losing my son was so much worse and I knew if I could handle that, I could handle anything. My husband and I decided to try again and I got pregnant for a 3rd time shortly after my miscarriage. My 3rd pregnancy was so much different than the others. I was now considered high risk and was seen by a maternal fetal specialist once a week for ultrasounds and once every 2 weeks by a high risk doctor. Seeing our daughter every week, watching her grow, yawn, suck her thumb etc just made me bond so quickly. Everything seemed to be going perfectly and then again, I went into pre-term labor. Only 9 hours after being admitted into L&D the doctors told me I had to push. My daughters brain hemorrhaged and she died before I even got to see her. We named her Isabella, she was pronounced dead at 2:07am on December 6th, 2009.
Having this happen to me once was so hard to handle. But having it happen twice was just.. unbelievable. Even though it's been over a year since my last loss, I still have a lot of days when I am walking around with a lump in my throat, holding back tears. I hear a song, or see a baby and I feel like crying. I feel like I may have post-traumatic stress disorder or something. I am just too afraid to ask for help. My health insurance company is amazing and I know if I ask my doctor to find me a therapist she will I just can't bring myself to do it.
Has anyone else gone through anything like this? if so, did you seek professional help and did it actually help you feel better?