I have two children and it happened to me with both pregnancies. The first loss was my father. I was 6 months pregnant. The second was my beloved grandmother. I was 4 months pregnant.
My mother is an RN. She worked in Labor and Delivery for years. She explained to me the affects of depression and mourning on a growing fetus. She said for me to think about my child and to try and do my best to contain my grief as best as I could. It was near impossible but I did. I didn't do anything to compromise my baby. No drinking, smoking, pill popping. Except for the funeral I did very little crying. My loved ones were dead, but my baby wasn't. I chose life. I spoke to my doctor and he gave me ideas of how to cope. I went to a grief counselor. When my babies were born, then I grieved. I cried for days. My family helped me care for the babies while I grieved. It was one of the hardest times of my life. Still brings tears to my eyes thinking about that pain. I wish you the best. My condolences.
