I follow many social media accounts that support you through the dark periods of miscarriages and life after. I see posts that I can relate to and oftentimes I give the post a “like” or share it to my Instagram story. This post, however, hit me so much harder than any other post. I read it, read it again, cried, and sent it to my husband. I told him that this post summed up so much emotion that I had about our miscarriages. It said so much that I just didn’t know how to put into words.
I have heard so many stories from friends, family and even strangers about their miscarriage journey. Some have had a similar experience to me where they lose their baby around the 8-10 week mark. Others have carried their baby until later – 14 weeks, 16 weeks, 20 weeks – and I always say I can’t imagine carrying them for that long only to have to give birth to a stillborn. I often times downplay my experience because having a later term miscarriage has to be worse, right?
Wrong. This post said it perfectly – it doesn’t matter how long I carried you or how far along I was when I lost you, you will always be my baby. You were a baby. You provided me with hopes and dreams and when that was taken away I had to mourn that just like I would a 9 week old baby or a 20 week old baby. A miscarriage is tough, no matter what stage you’re at, and this post has reminded me that it’s okay to feel that way.