Em Rusciano thanks fans for support as she heads back to work after miscarriage

Em Rusciano with her husband Scott Barrow.
Em Rusciano with her husband Scott Barrow.  Photo: Instagram: @emrusciano

Radio star Em Rusciano will return to her radio show next week after taking time out to mourn the loss of her unborn baby boy.

The entertainer, who is loved by many for her fierce wit and honesty, told fans that she would be on air Monday, in an emotional Facebook post.

"Friends, thank you very much for all your love and kind words over the past couple of weeks," she wrote.

"I'll be going back to work on Monday, I'm not sure if I'm ready but I can't rattle around the house anymore and I'm better when I'm busy."

Rusciano, who works for Sydney's 104.1 2DayFM radio, told of the grief she's experienced since the death of her baby, Ray.

"It comes in waves, the grief, with no warning and it takes my breath away. I'm just hoping the waves increase soon," she said.

"Before this, I thought I knew the bottom of sadness, I was a naïve d*ckhead.

"I've stood at the edge of the abyss this past week and didn't fall in, so that has to count for something."

She thanked her Facebook followers and family for all their love and support.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm ok, I'm also sad a lot of the time but I have pretty great friends and family keeping me going, I'm just sorting out how to live in this new space I now occupy," she wrote.

"In a strange way, even though I feel emotionally fragile, I also feel like I'm going to come out of this like iron.

"Thanks again, especially to all of you who shared your stories on here, losing a baby is a deep, personal, visceral pain and I know writing your experiences would have caused some of you to re-live that pain, so I want you to know it helped me more than you could ever imagine."

Her account of her tiny baby's burial was devastating.

"When it came to bury Ray, my mother had to pry the container from my hands and do it for me because I couldn't," she wrote.

"I'll tell you, googling 'what type of plant should I bury my foetus in' is a fucked up, sobering, sad, hilariously dark experience I wouldn't wish upon anyone.

"I sobbed and laughed hysterically in equal measure while doing it, to survive it."

She signed off: "Thanks for holding me in your hearts' bitches, I'm getting there. Em xxx."