I honestly wasn’t going to post about this at all. I am one of those people who run from memories that sting because I fall into them, into the sorrow, and I then find it hard to function in the moment. I don’t know if others deal better with memories than I do or not, but it seems that talking about it brings them peace. I don’t think it works that way for me. I am though always here to listen to others talk about their experiences and be what ever support I can be. This is too often a topic that isolates parents in their pain and it doesn’t have to, we can do better as a society.
So what made me post? A friend posted a few weeks ago so excited about her good news, she was pregnant. In our circle of friends it was much welcome happy news, things have been so hard for so many. Like too many pregnancies though, she had spotting. We rallied like supportive and worried hens to tell her it could be ok, to have hope, that we are thinking of her. I really thought it would be ok from the symptoms she was having. Today though surrounded by a midwifes office full of beautiful pregnant mothers my friend had to leave the office knowing she was no longer pregnant. The pain of today for her is heartbreaking and so many would change it for her if we could. Like so many mothers I am sure she loved her baby, had plans for it, was dreaming of it. Now it is gone, not a trace of it in her life. That is one of the hardest parts I think, having this hole in your heart but nothing tangible to touch to show of it. No one else seeing the missing piece in your life.
My love and care to all those who deal with such loss.
