I had a Doc's appt. today. It was originally a prenatal/skin biopsy appt. I had called right after my m/c to let them know it would no longer be a prenatal, but I would still come in for the biopsy. I thought I was well prepared for this appt. and it's significance. I went into the office with no problem, but as I am entering the exam room I hear the beautiful sound of an infant crying. I shut the door to the room and cried. Just as I regained my composer the nurse comes in and asks "so what is the reason for your visit today?" I broke down again. God lover her, she was so kind and of course told the doc. before he came in and he was equally as wonderful. It felt good to get through it, I called DH after and told him what happened and as usual he was supportive and great. It actually felt good to get some of that out, and I feel like I have passed another stepping stone on my way to emotional recovery.
I am glad to hear that you survived that experience.
I can say that the "firsts" are the hardest. Every time you experience the first _________ it cuts deeply and sharply. Each successive time that you go through that situation is a little easier to handle. The pain is still there, but the sharp bite of it has lost a little bit of that edge.
Now who WOULDN'T have broken down in the office? I once read that a mother bonds with her baby as soon as she finds out she's pregnant. (I know I did). And you ARE a mommy, forever bonded to your little one. But as Shelly said, the pain gradually gets less and less hurtful.
What you had to do today was tough -- really tough. And it took a woman of great courage to do it. That's you! I'm proud of you.
And I'm glad your doctor and staff were so kind.
It IS emotional recovery -- you're totally right. And you have your feet firmly planted on the road to it.