I’ve had two miscarriages this year, and I’m struggling. Both were missed or silent miscarriages, the baby stops growing but stays put. Both required surgery to remove them. It’s a lengthy process with multiple visits to the maternity unit, sat with very pregnant women and babies.
I feel sad. I feel numb. I feel lost. I feel lonely. There’s nothing I can do and it’s not my fault. I feel helpless. I feel like a failure.
Nobody talks about it. Nobody knows what to say when I do. It’s hard to talk about it. Writing it all down is therapeutic. It feels good to get it out. I could leave at this, but I think we need to be able to talk about it. So, I’m being brave.
25% of all pregnancies end in miscarriage. Currently my stats are 66%. Chances are you know someone. It’s hard to talk about. I almost feel ashamed. Why is it taboo?
I thought of this image after my first miscarriage, but I never finished it. I couldn’t. get to a place where I was happy with itI ‘m happy with it now. SO maybe this will be the start of moving on.
This is for the 25%, 50%, 66% or wherever you are in this process. I’m sending you love, courage and understanding. We’ll get there.