It's hard for me to realize it sometimes, but I am not alone. I am one in four. That means if I pass four women on the street, one of them has had - or will have, or could be having at this very second - a miscarriage. So why on earth are we all so silent about it? What is the deal with this taboo? Is it based in guilt? Shame? I have felt both guilt and shame, but honestly since I lost Dominic one of the things I have been most grateful for has been the support of my friends and family. I would not have had that if no one even knew I was pregnant. I had been afraid to announce my pregnancy with Dominic, and therefore didn't do so until 16 weeks for fear that something would go wrong. I naively thought we were "out of the woods," and it would be safe to announce it. Not even three weeks later, something did go terribly wrong, but I do not regret announcing my pregnancy at all. Even with my second loss, we hadn't told people we were pregnant again but once I knew we were losing the baby I reached out for support.Going through what I've gone through would have been impossible without the love and understanding I have encountered from other human beings. And although losing my babies has rattled my faith in God, it has strengthened my faith in the human race. We all have our crosses to bear, and ironically this is what unites us. Everyone you encounter has probably suffered through something at some point. Or maybe they're still going through it. Or maybe they haven't hit their rough patch, yet. But they most likely will, and they're most likely going to need a little help.
So maybe me writing this blog will help someone through their struggle. Maybe it will help remind someone that they're not alone. Maybe it will help validate their feelings, or make them feel a little less crazy. At the very least, it will help me tell my story... and maybe one day it will have a happy ending that will inspire people like me not to give up hope.
So maybe me writing this blog will help someone through their struggle. Maybe it will help remind someone that they're not alone. Maybe it will help validate their feelings, or make them feel a little less crazy. At the very least, it will help me tell my story... and maybe one day it will have a happy ending that will inspire people like me not to give up hope.