r/Miscarriage • u/Neither-Outside5510 • 1h ago
experience: D&C I lashed out at my husband and feel so bad.
This was our second back to back loss. We had a 5+3 chemical in August and conceived immediately after. MMC at 8 weeks on Monday measuring almost 2 weeks behind even though we’d seen a heartbeat at 6 weeks.
We do have 2 older LC and my husband works an insanely stressful job. He took two days off (Tuesday the day of my D&C and Wednesday the day after) but then went back to work on Thursday and Friday. He works from home and was still able to do everything for the kids but he is not the best at keeping the house clean. I had to pull myself together last night to go to my yoga teacher training meeting from 6-9pm. I knew he was ordering takeout and had been patient about the house being a disaster this week while he had been working but really didn’t expect to come home to an absolute disaster. I’m talking chik fil a fries smashed into the living room carpet, two bouquets of flowers friends had dropped off earlier in the day still not in water, expensive paints and craft supplies left on the dining table etc.
I was bleeding heavily, I had obviously massively overdone it by going to yoga teacher training (it wasn’t even movement, just our monthly debrief and catch up before a long weekend of movement but I just wanted to go show face and tell everyone why I wouldn’t be there this weekend) but even sitting on the floor for 2 hours had me dying from pain and exhaustion. So when I came home to the mess and he was still doing bedtime, I just saw red. I took deep breaths and told myself “he is grieving too, he is under so much stress, don’t lash out at him” but I was patiently waiting for him to finish bedtime with the girls only to realize after an hour that he had fallen asleep doing bedtime (again, I’m not mad, I know he is hurting too and it’s been an exhausting week) but I needed someone to comfort me.
I got up to get my own food ready and felt a massive rush of blood in my stupid maxi pad and I just had a fucking mental breakdown. I literally punched our metal trashcan so hard it dented it. I threw dishes in the sink so hard they broke. I woke him up sobbing and said “get downstairs and help me clean now” which obviously put him on the defense and we started fighting, and I said something unforgivable. I told him it was probably his fault our baby died because he consumes caffeine and does the stupid nicotine pouches. I literally saw the tears well in his eyes and I felt like such a monster. I have never for a second thought that he caused this and he actually has been on a health journey and quit vaping, quit drinking, takes supplements and his taking such better care of himself and his mental health that I know I absolutely went WAY below the belt.
I cried in the shower for an hour and then we ended up just crying together for awhile after. I know he knows I’m hormonal and hurting and he forgave me but I feel so humiliated that I acted like that. I am not an angry person, this rage is piping hot and I wish I could get rid of it. Please tell me this will get easier 😭 how can I start to process these feelings healthily without hurting people around me?