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Just Remember Them..

When people ask me how many kids I have, I usually find myself strong enough to say five. It is really difficult to say anything else and I usually find myself crying or feeling sick from the guilt when I answer three.

I have two living, one stepchild, and my two angels in heaven.

When someone hears the part about my two in heaven, they usually clam up and try to change the subject. Fine, I get it.

For some of my family, it’s clear they forget to acknowledge that my two angel babies count towards the family statistics too.

Today, I feel brave enough to ask – Please don’t forget them.

I have five children.

You have five nieces and nephews.

You have five grandkids.

You have five cousins.

You have four siblings.

As my living children learn and grow, they’ll know their two angel siblings and they will learn to count them in. They will learn to celebrate their birthdays and mourn their days of passing with us as a family. I wish for our family and friends to expect this and join in with us to celebrate that those two children exist.

I know I can’t expect people to always understand my pain and grief. But I simply ask, just acknowledge their existence, count them in, recognize they are part of the family too – even in their absence.

And to the families grieving beside us – my message to you is to allow yourself to create this conversation with your loved ones if you want. Don’t feel judged or ‘weird’ for wanting this. Your children, all of them, matter. All my love.

Category : Robin , Volunteer Bloggers


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It takes immense courage to be sad

Where does one go once they’ve experienced a loss that they’re unfamiliar with?
Who does one turn to?
Is this feeling of immense loneliness normal?
Is it common to ignore the support group for everyday life because they just don’t understand your new struggle?

These questions flooded my head once I learned that my baby was lifeless within me. I had the support of my partner, who was also deeply saddened and lost, but the loneliness was astounding.

The next day I had my D&C, it felt like a blur. I was moving through my life for several weeks as if I was living outside of my body watching it all happen. I couldn’t understand my grief, therefore I couldn’t explain it to anyone – the isolation was terrifying.

It took weeks for me to feel courageous enough to share my story and find my way into a community I didn’t know existed. Miscarriage was a foreign term to me, I knew nothing about it. I just started mastering the concept of pregnancy, and then it was suddenly ripped from under me with no warning.

Now, more than four years and two angel babies later, I have found my strength and know my grief. I live within my grief and recognize its ongoing presence in my life. I do not deny that I still grieve to this very day.

I still find myself waking up exhausted emotionally, for no other reason than I am still sad. It would be a lie to say that I am okay and I have healed well. I still feel wrecked by my guilt and my grief.

A mother’s love is undeniable, but a mother’s grief is unimaginable. It takes immense courage to be sad, and this is something I still have to tell myself.

Category : Robin , Volunteer Bloggers


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The pregnancy loss no one talks about

It seems lately there’s been more open discussion about miscarriages which is a tremendous step in the right direction. But it’s also only part of the fight – while miscarriage is the most common type of pregnancy loss, it’s not the only type. I’ve come to realize recently that while I tend to use the term pregnancy loss almost exclusively, many others do not. And the difference? They’ve suffered a miscarriage. I have not.

I’ve spent the last 2 years advocating for awareness, discussion, and support regarding pregnancy loss and in the process I’ve told my story numerous times , but I almost always refer to it the same way: as “my loss.” Because how exactly do you talk to people about your decision to terminate for medical reasons? If miscarriage is the secret that people whisper to one another then TFMR is the stealth mission never to be spoken about again.

TFMR is different than a miscarriage…not worse, just different. In general people are aware of what a miscarriage is but they don’t know – and often times certainly don’t understand – what TFMR is. My pregnancy loss experience is not the same as many other women yet I keep lumping it all together because after all, a loss is a loss, right?

I can’t relate to the articles about miscarriage. I never had spontaneous bleeding. I never went in for an ultrasound and didn’t hear a heartbeat.  I never had the option of letting my body handle it naturally. #IHadAPregnancyLoss or #ITFMR just don’t carry the same weight as #IHadAMiscarriage. Let me tell you, it’s an odd position to be in. There’s something very strange about feeling left out of a club no one ever wanted to be a part of in the first place.

I want to talk about TFMR but it too is isolating. In the same way I can’t fully understand having a miscarriage, most people can’t understand my experience. Many don’t have any interest in even trying and of those who have gone through it, many don’t want to talk about it publicly. You don’t see magazine headlines that say “I terminated my pregnancy” or “I had an abortion.”

At the end of the day, it tends to be a lonely feeling no matter what I do and I imagine that’s just the nature of this journey. I don’t know what the answer is or if there’s any way to change that. What I do know is that I can continue to share my story but also try to explain and teach, not just retell. I don’t need a crowd of empathizers or a national publication to spread awareness (although that certainly wouldn’t hurt!)

All I need is myself and the reminder that my loss important too.

Category : Karen , Staff/Board Members


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