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
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I know people make such insensitive comments. Try to let them roll off your back. Unless they have experienced the heartbreak of miscarriage they will never understand the pain and sorrow.
My husband at the time made a comment that I think I should share, one night when I told him I was sad that I would never know this baby he told me that I would. That what we carry is just a shell and that this time the shell didn't work right and that the next shell will be a perfect home for this sprit who is my child. So take it to heart, this shell you grew may not have been perfect and that's why it didn't work, but you WILL know this baby and hopefully that will make things a little easier.
Sorry for the long comment.
I am so very sorry for you and your loss. May that little spirit always live with you.
Wishing you less and less pain each day.
But know that the people who say the 'wrong' thing aren't trying to. More that they just don't know what they possibly COULD say, and are desperate to say something, anything, because of how much they don't want you to hurt.
It's understandable to be mad at the things they say, but try not to be mad at them. I promise this isn't a guilt post - no one needs guilt. It's more of a "they're trying, and they don't understand how you're feeling - they couldn't - so they try."
Take this from the guy who often says the 'wrong' thing, but risks it, because he'd rather say the 'wrong' thing than nothing at all.
I think you are making rational sense. It would be irrational for anyone to expect a different reaction from you.
Feel better. And take your time with it.
I've recently started to do the whole praying thing, and you will be in my prayers. (My prayers are pretty lame and usually start with "is this thing on?" jokes, but hopefully it will count nonetheless.) :)
In the mean time, if (per your message a few days back) you would still wish to pack up and start farming, I just finished the Kingsolver book a few weeks ago and would happily abandon city life and go with you.
Hang in there... from another of the complete strangers who is thinking of you a lot these days.
I think it sounds like you are doing tremendously well. Be Angry. This fucking sucks.
grieve & be angry for as long as you are. that's all you can do really. all you can be.
great. now the 'be all that you can be' commercial is playing in my head.
as for the people who assumed & accused? well i doubt they'll post again anytime soon.