My first pregnancy was an ectopic. Methorexate on the 21st of June and my last HCG check was 98 a few days ago so I’m still technically dealing with this physically.
Emotionally I have gone through the stages of grief pretty well. I was angry and sad and in denial and everything.
What I am struggling with is the fact that I essentially had to kill a child I wanted, a child my husband and I actively tried for. Granted, it was kill it or be killed by it, but… I don’t know. I have had few women share their miscarriage stories and say that while they felt sad and guilty, their bodies ultimately knew that the baby wasn’t viable yadda yadda yadda… but that’s not how it is for ectopic… my body is the one that fucked up. it could have been a healthy beautiful baby if my body didn’t implant in the wrong place.
I know that its extremely rare, but there HAVE been a handful cases of ectopics ending up with a healthy baby, and some cases where the ectopic is misdiagnosed and was [in the uterus after all. What if mine was one of those and I could have saved him/her? I know it is extremely rare but I was a rare case of ectopic anyways where I had no other risk factors.
Or even… maybe I should have died or maybe shouldn’t have children. This could be my body’s way of telling me to not have children. I just… I don’t know. The fact that I had to kill it is getting to me.
I have a therapy appointment in a few days but my old therapist retired and this new one is a man. While I’ve got nothing against men, I’m not too hopeful that he will understand what it is like to be pregnant, let alone deal with ectopic.
I guess I don’t have any questions, just needed someone who has been through it to understand.](https://abcnews.go.com/Health/w_ParentingResource/baby-born-deformed-misdiagnosed-ectopic-pregnancy/story?id=15421441)