Oh Spice Weasel, I am so, so sorry. I don’t want anyone to be in this club, not even my worst enemy, let alone someone I think is as wonderful as you. I so wish this had not happened to you.
This happened to me with my pregnancy last year – at my 16-week ultrasound there was no heartbeat, and the doctor thought the baby had not grown since 14 weeks. It was the worst thing that has ever happened to me, although I say that having had an extremely sheltered and good life. In any case it sucked really, really badly. I thoroughly empathize with what you say about walking around knowing you have a dead baby inside of you. I don’t think I’ve ever cried as much as I cried that month. And I also had terrible morning sickness up until the moment I delivered – I concentrated all my rage and hate on that, for some reason; I am still bitter that my body wouldn’t even let up on that.
I had an induction (I would have liked to get a D&C but I was too far along, and the local hospital doesn’t do D&E, which I’d probably also have chosen over induction). The waiting (with my dead baby) was terrible, but the actual procedure wasn’t too bad. I was afraid of the pain and of handling it by myself (I am a total wuss) and the doctor said it was safer to do it in a hospital anyway, and I’m glad I did. And yes, it did help me to go ahead and move on.
I will warn you though that even with insurance the hospital stay was really annoying to deal with, billing-wise – it’s a huge amount and we have a high deductible, and there was some snafu where the insurance company wouldn’t okay it the first time around because they said it wasn’t warranted, but my ob-gyn’s office fought that battle for me and won (which I was so thankful for, because I was not equipped to do anything at the time except cry all over them).
My husband and I dealt with it very differently. Because he didn’t have the baby growing inside of him, I don’t think he was really nearly as attached to it (no blame or judgment, just a fact of life; I was actually mostly glad that he didn’t have to go through as much pain as I did), and he recovered more quickly. I was a wreck for a month, and after that for three months I was a wreck when my hormones surged (it took about three months for my body to calm down entirely), and then at other times like the expected due date and Mother’s Day. My poor husband was very good about comforting me, but we mostly grieved separately – I didn’t feel like burdening him with my months of unhappiness – and church sucked so badly on Mother’s Day that he’s probably now known at church as That Guy Who Made His Wife Cry on Mother’s Day. (I laugh about it now, but it was horrible at the time.)
I had told some people about the pregnancy, and I was so glad to have their support and love. I wish I had told more people, because the people we were close to we ended up telling about the miscarriage anyway. The one good thing to come out of this whole mess was to know how wonderful the people in my life are.
In my case I had some warning – I had had the over-35 MaterniT21 test that showed that the baby had T21, so we were seriously thinking of aborting in any case. So it wasn’t as devastating, in that sense, because we had some warning, it didn’t come out of the blue like it did for you, but it kind of spread the awfulness over more time, if that makes any sense. (And there’s the weird awful guilty relief of not having to decide to abort or not, but anyway, that’s not relevant to you.)
As other posters have also indicated, I would repeat that a miscarriage this late often (though not always) indicates a severe problem with the fetus, as it did in my case. (Severe morning sickness is also sometimes indicative of a trisomy, although I know lots of women who had severe morning sickness and perfectly healthy babies.) If it is a possibility for you, you may want to check into getting the fetus karyotyped just for your own knowledge. (It was also helpful for me to know there was nothing I could have done, that my poor little boy was doomed from the moment of his conception. I don’t know whether that would be comforting to you or not – people vary – but it helped me. Also that trisomies are almost always total flukes – we just drew a bad number in the lottery. I find the law of probability to be much more comforting --sometimes you draw a bad number – than an assertion that Things Happen For Reasons, which uuuuugh.) ETA: it did cost several hundred dollars to karyotype which was not covered by insurance (since it was optional) so you should check into price and how much peace of mind is worth to you. I didn’t check how much it cost and I should have.
I hope you don’t mind this is such a huge post; I wanted to put down anything that might help you. I am so, so sorry. And you will get through this. And the odds are really, really good that if you try again it will be fine.
I also found the grief and loss boards on babycenter to be useful (I’m not sure what the SD protocol is on linking to other boards, so won’t link there in this post).