Here's the thing.
I know I can have another baby—at least, I'm pretty sure—but right now I don't want another baby. I want the one I had. I saw that baby on the ultrasound, and I liked that baby. That baby was MINE. I spent hours staring at the print-out of what essentially was a gummy bear, and cooing over it. I decided it was some kind of genius baby. In the picture we have, it's kind of sticking its arms out, like it's waving hello at us. Genius! Clearly! Having people tell me that it's for the best, that I'll have another, that what I'm going through right now is all hormones, does not address the difficulty I'm having with the whole idea of THIS baby being gone. Indeed, it seems to imply that the baby wasn't real or meaningful to me. Having someone define the words I wrote in the throes of all this as "good thing it died, because it might have been disabled" makes me want to tear that person's throat out. No. I lost my baby, and it was a good baby, and it was the one I wanted. I realize I never met it, and that I'm not making any rational kind of sense. I realize said baby might have been a genetically nonviable scramble of material. But only I can say that. As for you, you badmouth my baby and I will kick you in the teeth.
I'm a little angry, these days.










May 12, 2008
Reader Comments (307)
Anger doesn't even begin to summarize it, does it?
I grieve your beloved baby with you and hope they are playing with mine somewhere.
xox
Hugs to you.
Not having met someone doesn't preclude you from loving them or mourning them.
If you decide to put up a P.O Box my offer of chocolate and homemade chicken soup still stands.
Good vibes and warm fuzzies to you and Scott.
Now, whose teeth can I kick in for you?
I wish for you peace, Alice.
And entirely less fuckwits.
You have a rock solid right to feel however you feel.
My thoughts are with you...
I would say the "comfort" I received at the time of my miscarriage was 95% in this vein until I (very young and too stupid to know better) begun to hide my pain because I was ashamed of it. Clearly I was making much ado about nothing according to the rest of the world. This of course, did not help my state of mind. One day, more then a year after miscarrying, I read something that made me feel so validated and allowed me to finally start healing. It more or less said that when people say "it is for the best" you should feel free to tell them that in your world, it is not for the best. The best would be giving birth to a healthy baby.
That simple sentence of validation made such a difference to me, and now you are making such a difference to another woman in your situation, or who will be one day, by being honest with your pain and validating hers.
I miscarried my first baby at a little past 12 weeks, and I know something of what you are feeling. I am just so sorry. My heart goes out to you and your family and you are in my prayers.
Just after my first son Benjamin was born I had an incredible experience which finally made me feel whole again. It is sacred to me but I would be happy to share it with you privately if you feel that it may help.
Much love and empathy to you.
morons. insufferable, inconsiderate morons.
be angry. you have every right to be.
am thinking of you and your family.
All that just to say, I'm sorry things are so hard. I can't imagine what you're going through. I just feel terrible for you.
Sometimes all people can see are their own hurts and they say stupid things.
Take care.
People just want you to feel better, but there is nothing but time that will make it any better at all, as you know. Although kicking teeth out could help. Purely therapeutic, of course.
((((Alice)))). I keep you & your family in my thoughts.
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
Take a deep breath, and be strong. You're right, and if I were you, I'd be fucking angry, too.