I'm new here, found the site after googling miscarriage support.

We suffered a missed miscarriage last Friday. I started light bleeding, and was advised by OB and GP to get ultrasound asap. I guess you could say I was lucky enough to get u/sound at 5pm on a Friday afternoon.... Anyway, after thinking we were 10.5 weeks, it seems our B2 stopped growing at 6.5 weeks.

Needless to say, we are devastated, heartbroken and completely and utterly gutted. The whole idea that I was carrying a dead baby inside me for 4 weeks is still quite unbelieveable and if I let myself think about it too much, it is agonising. I feel like such an idiot that my body didn't know our little B2 had grown wings. How could I not have known?

Again, I guess you could say that I was lucky enough that my OB had to do a caeser (sp?) on Saturday afternoon, so he could slot me in for a D&C. If I had to wait until Monday I think I would've gone completely loopy.

So, now we are a week later and things just don't seem to be getting any brighter. We are desperate for another baby (we have a son who is 2) to complete our family, but we are also very hesitant about when the right time to do this is. Do we go again straight away? Is this just a band-aid solution?

I feel so empty, so desolate. Stupid little things send me off into floods of tears. I have a friend who is 13 weeks pregnant, so due just 2.5 weeks before I was. I can't even speak to her at the moment. How horrible is that? She doesn't even know I was pregnant, let alone going through this.

Do I see a counsellor? I just don't know where to start. I think the anger is starting to kick in. Anger that our little B2 will never know what it's like to be cuddled by it's parents. Anger that we are suffering this loss. Anger that people say 'it's ok, you can try again', 'you weren't trying all that long, it'll happen again', 'it's really common', etc, etc. And the people who say these things have never had a m/c so they honestly don't know what it's like. Can anyone recommend who I talk to?

I had to fend off my 1st 'so, when are you having another one?' from a friend that I used to play netball with a few years ago. Not a nice spot to be in....

My husband is doing his best. By his own admission he is a little removed from it, ie: hadn't nurtured this new life for the past 10 weeks. I think he just wants to fix my hurt. He just doesn't know how. Our son is picking up my distress. He's vomiting quite a bit (he was never a sicky baby), he's not sleeping, he's grizzly. Poor little mite, he's going through it too, but has no idea.

Right now I just want to send our son to his g'mother's place, take something that will knock me rotten for a few weeks and hopefully when I wake up the hurt will have lessened just a little.

Hi AbbeyB. Hope you are having a good day today.