Big hugs to you :hug::hug:
I am sorry that you are going through this awful experience.
I learnt the hard way after my first m/c that my DH grieved in a totally different way to me.
This is my story:
We had the most terrible terrible fights after our first m/c. But I learnt alot about myself and him in those fights. I learnt about he grieved and amazingly he learnt about the support that I needed/wanted.
So on Tuesday I wasn't offended that he chose his mother to cry with, I just gave him hugs as he cried down the phone - we haven't cried together yet. And I sent him off to work today despite having a D&C yesterday - he needed to be busy. He asked me today if I needed him tomorrow as I am off again, but I said only if he needed to be at home. He did write a simple and very meaningful card to me and bought me chocolates and wine the night of the D&C. (he learnt this in our fights - me yelling at the top of my voice for all the neighbours to hear; embarrassingly funny now. I thought my marriage was going to end then.)
You will never forget your child - I have named all of mine - DH is sort of aware, but I don't feel he is ready to understand so I don't push the point of the names I have choosen. I know that one day he will come to accept that these special angels have names.
I suppose what I am trying to say in all of this is that it is true that men and women are very different! Talk to your girl friends or online friends who have been through all of this - they will be there for you. Online may be anoymous, but sometimes they are the most understanding of all - in my experience. Give your man time to grieve. He may never understand and neither may your family - I have seen/experienced that happening. My father never understood my mother's grief over her m/c. My sister was very very rude to me after my second loss. If it hasn't happened to them they really just don't get it at all.
Once again I am sorry that you have had to join the 'club'. It's a terrible thing but know that there are lots of us out there and we share in the grief of never knowing our little ones.
I hope that the passage of time heals some of your wounds with this experience, it will never rob your memories, but maybe take away some of the sharp pain you are feeling.
