The extreme sadness and grief I have felt since that day have almost been more than I could bear at times. But the experience has also allowed us to see how deeply we are loved. My mom shared the news of the miscarriage with our relatives. Both of my siblings flew home to see us. They came to our house late at night after my D&C and sat quietly with us until we were ready to have our space again. My dad checked on us every day for two weeks. Family members brought us meals. Friends old and new called, texted, emailed, and mailed cards to express their condolences and let us know they were praying for us. Other women who have had to experience this tragic loss reached out to me to share their experiences and their messages of hope. The love and support for this little family of mine has been palpable and for that I am so deeply appreciative.
To other women who have lost an unborn child, my message to you is this: you do not have to suffer silently. This “secret” club we seem to be a part of does not have to be a secret. I share my experience in hopes that it may bring even one woman solace or the courage to say out loud, “I had a miscarriage.”
For now, Ryne and I are taking life one day at a time. Some days I still feel as though I’ve had the wind knocked out of me, but overall it’s getting easier. We are leaning on our faith and on each other. We are so grateful for the child we can hold in our arms and we are doing our best to soak up her joy in the midst of our healing.
