r/BabyBumps • u/Terminally_Brittany • 5h ago
Birth info The Unthinkable Happened : 2nd Update
I posted in December of 2024 regarding a car accident when I was 29 weeks pregnant with our first and t-boned by another driver, resulting in 5 emergency surgeries, kept sedated for almost 2 days and woke up to a sobbing husband who had to explain we had lost our son, Maverick.
I posted again early this year, explaining how I had lost myself in the greif, basically forced my husband to grieve our son on his own while I tried to find the right balance of numbing myself while not killing myself by abusing opiates, bottling it up and hiding from the big, unpredictable, unforgiving world. I finally saw a hint of a light, got some help, got sober, got well and got pregnant again.
Of course, there is more to the story. A woman who was only charged with a traffic citation, car insurance refusing to acknowledge a life was lost, a husband who was determined to love me - despite my best efforts, a brother who went to our house and stripped it of all of his lost nephews items for our sanity before we got home, a woundvac opening so large we could see through the plastic to my insides where Maverick used to be for weeks.
Indignation, pain, rage, resentment, fear, loneliness, aggrieved, a few other choice words - all wrapped up in one accident that would change who we were, at our core, forever.
UPDATE :
Wylde, Maverick's little brother, was born both happy and healthy in a calm, unremarkable C-section in late July - 3.5 weeks early.
We are over the moon!
At the same time, we are haunted by the anxiety and PTSD that is still very real. We struggle with postpartum anxiety along with the normal stress that comes along with bringing home a baby. I believe all good parents feel a need to keep their children safe. So you buckle them up, you teach them their address and to look both ways before crossing the street.
But for me, because of the history, I just have this deep-seated need to try and keep him safe of the unknown. Yes, the world is big and scary, but it's also incredibly unpredictable - which is the scariest part. Realistically we all know there is only so much we can do. Believe me, I know that. But it doesn't take away my want or need. My worry. My anxiety.
So I go to therapy.
I meet with a psychiatrist.
I love my husband steady and relentlessly, like he did me.
And we love both of our boys to the moon and back.
Thank will of you beautiful people for being so supportive.
