This time two years ago I was laying in bed, alternately calling my friends and family with the bad news and, when the grief became too much to hold back, crying in the arms of my husband, mourning my Raisin
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Time dulls pain, but there's a certain kind of pain that comes with the loss of a child, even a raisin-sized one, that just two years can overcome. A miscarriage is something that a lot of people sort of brush off as unimportant-- like it wasn't a "real baby"-- but in reality it's just hard to put into the words both the feeling of losing a piece of future-- what the baby might have been-- and a simultaneous blow to the self, as in, "did I do something wrong? was I not good enough? why couldn't I do what millions of others can?"
It hurts a lot and I know there's not much I can really do even two years later to help ease the pain, but I'm here if you need me.
You've pretty much nailed it on the head. I'm not sure how this is for most people, but I was already really attached to the baby when it died - like it was already a member of the family, and so I was in a way grieving a family member's loss, in addition to the blow to myself and grieving a loss of someone that could have been.
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Avril Kuree
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It hurts a lot and I know there's not much I can really do even two years later to help ease the pain, but I'm here if you need me.
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Thanks, hon :-)
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