Well, we are back in the two week wait once again. Last cycles thoughts of being pregnant again didn’t come to fruition. Which in retrospect, was good. We wanted to wait a cycle just to get things back to normal.
I’ve been struggling a lot with panic attacks, anxiety and the desire to do anything at all. The chest pains from the panic attacks have been strong and scary and it has been all I could do just to get through the days.
However, things are starting to pick up again.
I believe that a lot of the reasons for my anxiety, aside from the obvious – miscarriage, work etc - has been the cycle of unhealthy eating due to stress which causes unhealthy eating with causes stress and on and on. But my body has finally said “that is enough, take these chest pains to scare you back to eating well and reducing your stress levels.”
I’ve been through this before – exactly the same thing happened when my body decided it was time I gave up smoking. Those pains and anxieties (which are the same as now) saw me going to the doctors, specialists and having ECG’s. Everything was fine. I know what is happening.
Once again it has worked. Two weeks ago, through fear, I could only eat the food basics. Even then, the pains would come back, but each day they were diminishing. To make matters worse, Dave was away for the week for work, so I was on my own trying to handle it all. But I got through it – one step closer to being better.
I also made a big decision and resigned from the Flute Society – which was a big volunteering commitment on my part. In many ways it was an important part of being active in the flute world, almost an obligation. A thing that if you didn’t do, it put you in the bad books. But I caught up with the President for coffee and explained to her what was going on and she was most understanding and helpful in making it all happen. The weight that lifted off my shoulders from doing this was amazingly significant!
Last week, with my chest pains diminished and less frequent, I introduced exercise again. I took Maxy on walks at the beautiful Christies Creek Trail, which was wonderful for both of us!
This week, I hope to introduce the stepper again. Being in the two week wait, I’m not quite game to go back to the gym. I am concerned that starting up there again in the first weeks of pregnancy would not be good. I know the equipment to avoid now, but still… I’ll start there again if we aren’t successful this time around.
The problem post miscarriage is that you start looking back. Even though you know it was nothing that you did, you start analysing. Maybe it was the machines at the gym, maybe it was yoga classes, maybe it was the massage I had before I knew I was pregnant, maybe it was… And so it goes on. It was probably none of them. It was nature. But nevertheless, I can’t bring myself to go back to the gym during the two week wait.
So, after two weeks of gradually getting back on track, I am feeling much better. It doesn’t take much for the chest pains to emerge again, but they are manageable and I am sleeping well. I am still struggling somewhat with the daily grind, but I am back to enjoying pottering around the house and doing all the domestic chores. And I feel such a sense of relief and letting go of the Flute Society. Things are progressing.
Dave doesn’t understand my chest pains and anxiety, just like he doesn’t understand my eating disorder. And I can’t seem to successfully explain it to him. I think it’s one of the those things that if you haven’t experienced it, you can’t understand it. But that’s ok. Even though we can’t connect and talk about it the way I can with someone who has been through it, he is still supporting me just by being there and loving me. I absolutely would not be surviving this without him. He is my rock, my comforter, my strength, my shoulder to lean on (literally and figuratively!), my constant, my love. “I love him to the core of my soul.”
