Dirthday = birth and death in the same day, as defined by fellow blogger at
Knocked up Knocked Down
As Gavin’s Dirthday approaches I can’t help but run through the events of the week prior of delivering Gavin in my head. I think about how I felt physically and mentally and it keeps bringing me to tears. I vividly remember the panic I felt the morning after he died. I woke up after a short drug induced nap and freaked out. I couldn’t breathe. It felt like a ton of bricks made of sadness were sitting on my chest and I thought I was dying. I have never had a panic attack in my life but I am pretty sure that was what happened and mixed with my low oxygen level I started to hyperventilate. I made hubby call for the nurse but before she came my sweet husband calmed me down and I was ok. I keep remembering the feeling of not being able to breathe and pray that I never have to feel that type of sadness ever again.
I think about Gavin all the time and talk to him about this pregnancy. I guess I have a lot of fear built up now that I am hitting 16 weeks. At week 16 is when things started to go downhill with Gavin and I guess I am scared the same thing might happen again.