A fortnight ago
Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2018 10:38 pm
OK, reprobates. Consider this catharsis.
The more observant of you would've noticed some contradiction in some of my posts of late. In the 4 paw 'dog' thread we were due to collect a new puppy a couple of weeks ago, but then last week I spoke about being in Rome (rather than Paris; Paris thread). Similarly I was talking about changing car a few months ago and that all went quiet too. I want to put all this out there, not to draw attention or to garner sympathy, but mostly as an exercise for me to put down in writing and deal with what actually happened over the last few weeks.
Firstly, pup. My other half has wanted a dog since we've been together. It took us ages to find a breeder who had a dog, and who was reputable, and we thought we'd tested our cat Maya well with a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, as our lovely neighbours have one. We bought all the kit and caboodle and looked forward to collecting Benji. On the Friday night when he first came home Maya was different - to be expected really. But neither of us was really prepared for how badly it affected her. She refused to eat all weekend, completely changed her personality, and when she did eventually come downstairs and go out, for the first time ever her tracker showed her going much further than she normally roams. This was no coincidence. I had to track her to where she was, grab her and bring her home. Then I panicked. I told my other/half my deepening concerns as the weekend progressed. I loved the new pup but if Maya had gone missing because of Benji then I'm not sure I could've looked at him again. On Sunday night, with my emotions running high and my other half's hormones all over the place (see below) we made the rash decision to take him back to the breeder. I felt awful about this. This wasn't us. We didn't give up on animals. And it destroyed my other half. She was besides herself with guilt over the next few days - worrying about whether we'd done the right thing, thinking we'd hurt Benji, etc etc. And the realisation that as long as we have Maya we'll never have a dog. I've kept in touch with the breeder since then and Benji went off to a new home a couple of days ago. The breeder was fantastic, but we were left feeling like terrible people. And then....
Monday. We were pregnant. Only a few people knew, but thanks to some early complications we had to make multiple trips to the hospital, so I told work because my working patterns were certainly going to be affected. After the 5th trip to the hospital in 2 weeks, and third scan in as long, we thought things were finally settling down. We'd seen the heartbeat, the doctors were comfortable with how things were progressing and I assumed full 'expectant Dad' mode. However, the complications persisted. I chose to work from home on that Monday, because the day after the Sunday night I needed to stay with my other half and support her emotionally. She still went into work at lunchtime though, the brave silly thing that she is. In the afternoon I video'd in to our monthly team meeting and started to receive texts from the o/h. She was going downhill. Pain and complications. Her Mum over the phone from Brazil could see what was happening and finally persuaded her to go home. So she shut the shop and I picked her up. A couple of hours later at home we lost the baby. Less than 24 hours after 'losing' Benji this was tough. And another evening in A&E too, whilst they did their scans and procedures.
So the next day we booked 'Rome' just a few days hence to get away from it all. But the problem with getting away from it all is that you eventually have to come home, and the quiet empty house felt like it was screaming at us. I'm worried about my o/h. She's still feeling awful about the dog. Because from her perspective, we can try again for another baby, but we can't try for another dog. And then there's the 'did we over-react too quickly' question (please, please don't answer that). For me I'm worried about the baby side. I'm 40, she's 30. That baby was half of me. Am I the reason that it was lost? Is something wrong with me? I don't look after myself so well, I know that. We'll try again, for sure, but until I hold our newborn baby in my arms I'm gonna be stressing about it all. And 9+ months feels like a long time to wait!
So as I say, this is catharsis. I told my brother about the baby for the first time yesterday. The o/h has reduced her working hours a bit to give herself less pressure overall. I don't know what I'm hoping any of you will say, if anything. But it's the first time I've addressed all the above in 2 weeks, because frankly, it's been a shit time.
One last thing. We joke about our family being a 'rescue' family. We joke that I rescued my o/h from Brazil, and of course we rescued Maya from the RSPCA. But we didn't want the family to stop at just that, and that's what I guess is hurting right now.
The more observant of you would've noticed some contradiction in some of my posts of late. In the 4 paw 'dog' thread we were due to collect a new puppy a couple of weeks ago, but then last week I spoke about being in Rome (rather than Paris; Paris thread). Similarly I was talking about changing car a few months ago and that all went quiet too. I want to put all this out there, not to draw attention or to garner sympathy, but mostly as an exercise for me to put down in writing and deal with what actually happened over the last few weeks.
Firstly, pup. My other half has wanted a dog since we've been together. It took us ages to find a breeder who had a dog, and who was reputable, and we thought we'd tested our cat Maya well with a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, as our lovely neighbours have one. We bought all the kit and caboodle and looked forward to collecting Benji. On the Friday night when he first came home Maya was different - to be expected really. But neither of us was really prepared for how badly it affected her. She refused to eat all weekend, completely changed her personality, and when she did eventually come downstairs and go out, for the first time ever her tracker showed her going much further than she normally roams. This was no coincidence. I had to track her to where she was, grab her and bring her home. Then I panicked. I told my other/half my deepening concerns as the weekend progressed. I loved the new pup but if Maya had gone missing because of Benji then I'm not sure I could've looked at him again. On Sunday night, with my emotions running high and my other half's hormones all over the place (see below) we made the rash decision to take him back to the breeder. I felt awful about this. This wasn't us. We didn't give up on animals. And it destroyed my other half. She was besides herself with guilt over the next few days - worrying about whether we'd done the right thing, thinking we'd hurt Benji, etc etc. And the realisation that as long as we have Maya we'll never have a dog. I've kept in touch with the breeder since then and Benji went off to a new home a couple of days ago. The breeder was fantastic, but we were left feeling like terrible people. And then....
Monday. We were pregnant. Only a few people knew, but thanks to some early complications we had to make multiple trips to the hospital, so I told work because my working patterns were certainly going to be affected. After the 5th trip to the hospital in 2 weeks, and third scan in as long, we thought things were finally settling down. We'd seen the heartbeat, the doctors were comfortable with how things were progressing and I assumed full 'expectant Dad' mode. However, the complications persisted. I chose to work from home on that Monday, because the day after the Sunday night I needed to stay with my other half and support her emotionally. She still went into work at lunchtime though, the brave silly thing that she is. In the afternoon I video'd in to our monthly team meeting and started to receive texts from the o/h. She was going downhill. Pain and complications. Her Mum over the phone from Brazil could see what was happening and finally persuaded her to go home. So she shut the shop and I picked her up. A couple of hours later at home we lost the baby. Less than 24 hours after 'losing' Benji this was tough. And another evening in A&E too, whilst they did their scans and procedures.
So the next day we booked 'Rome' just a few days hence to get away from it all. But the problem with getting away from it all is that you eventually have to come home, and the quiet empty house felt like it was screaming at us. I'm worried about my o/h. She's still feeling awful about the dog. Because from her perspective, we can try again for another baby, but we can't try for another dog. And then there's the 'did we over-react too quickly' question (please, please don't answer that). For me I'm worried about the baby side. I'm 40, she's 30. That baby was half of me. Am I the reason that it was lost? Is something wrong with me? I don't look after myself so well, I know that. We'll try again, for sure, but until I hold our newborn baby in my arms I'm gonna be stressing about it all. And 9+ months feels like a long time to wait!
So as I say, this is catharsis. I told my brother about the baby for the first time yesterday. The o/h has reduced her working hours a bit to give herself less pressure overall. I don't know what I'm hoping any of you will say, if anything. But it's the first time I've addressed all the above in 2 weeks, because frankly, it's been a shit time.
One last thing. We joke about our family being a 'rescue' family. We joke that I rescued my o/h from Brazil, and of course we rescued Maya from the RSPCA. But we didn't want the family to stop at just that, and that's what I guess is hurting right now.