When I was blissfully pg and ignorant last year, I had never encountered a single person with a pg loss. Now three losses later, I’m pretty open about sharing my story. Why would I want to be so open with something so personal?
There are a few reasons.
1. I want to shout my daughter’s name from the rooftop. I never, ever want it forgotten. I hope her impact continues to spread.
2. The people that I encounter may also be blissfully ignorant, but one day they are going to encounter someone with pregnancy loss. It may not be them, but it could be there sister, best friend, or even their own child, but I hope to think that because I shared what happened with me they will be a more compassionate, caring, and understanding person.
I never fathomed I would experience loss like this, but it happens. It happens to all of us no matter, our age, race, or social class. And it sucks – big time. As someone who continues to go through it all I want to hear is I’m sorry. Those simple words say everything that needs to be said. Anything beyond that and you are just putting your foot in your mouth.
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