Thursday, October 16, 2014

Joining the Miscarriage Club

This week a friend rang my doorbell with a box of maternity clothes I'd lent her and burst into tears.

Somehow she got out the words that she wouldn't be needing them anymore. She'd lost her baby.

I'm not a crier, but I cried with her that day. My own miscarriages had been years ago, but those emotions came rushing back with a ferocity that surprised even me.

I guess you never forget.

My first miscarriage blindsided me in 2007, after the perfectly normal births of my first two children. We hadn't yet announced the pregnancy; we'd decided to wait until 12 weeks "just in case."

And even though I'd felt deep in my gut that something wasn't quite right with this pregnancy, I still hadn't given any real thought to the fact that "just in case" might actually happen.

It never dawned on me until I started bleeding that getting pregnant didn't automatically make you the mother of a healthy baby in nine months.

I made a frantic call to my doctor's office. Surely they'd tell me what to do, how to stop this. I was told to stay hydrated and put my feet up. In other words, there was nothing anyone could do.

Honestly, I was shocked. I'd always believed that Phillip and I were in charge of our family planning, but here I was, losing a baby. This was completely in God's hands, and completely out of mine.

Nobody talks about pregnancy loss. I didn't know it would be so hard on me physically, or that it would be such a long process. At its height the cramping was as painful and intense as labor, and I was sore and exhausted for days. The bleeding goes on for a week or more.

I walked through the next several weeks in a fog, feeling alone. Every woman, I think, goes through it alone no matter how much support she has.

No one else has experienced the raw physical and emotional connection with this pregnancy, or felt the equal devastation when it's lost. No one else is in the bathroom with you for those terrible minutes and hours and days, watching clots of blood and tissue pass.

After a while, life has to start again. Someone has to go back to work. Kids still need to be bathed and fed. Somebody has to go grocery shopping. You begin interacting with people again.

Maybe you hadn't announced the pregnancy yet, in which case you feel like a big fat liar, walking around pretending that the worst thing imaginable didn't just happen to you.

Or maybe you'd already told everyone, and now you face the task of re-opening the wound again and again every time someone asks about the pregnancy.

Telling another person about your miscarriage for the first time is awful. I don't know what it is about simply forming the words and saying them out loud, but somehow it makes everything crash down on you again. It gets better but never goes away.

Before I had my first miscarriage, I didn't know anyone who'd experienced a pregnancy loss. After I began talking about it, people who'd had one or two or more came out of the woodwork. I found myself a member of a very large club that nobody ever wants to be in.

Knowing what I know now, here's what I would say to someone experiencing a miscarriage: Find other women who belong to this club. If you can't find them in person then find them online.

Talking to them will help, I promise. Sharing your story with someone who's been there before will help.

My second piece of advice would be to prepare for the insensitive comments. Truthfully, there's no way to prepare for them. But know that they happen.

Anything that follows the words "at least" is the worst possible thing to say to a grieving person, but someone will say it to you anyway.

Some well-meaning soul will point out that you were 'only' X number of weeks along, as if that will make you feel better.

And some people won't even count it as a real loss. They'll say things to you they wouldn't dream of saying to a bereaved parent of a baby who was one year old, or even one day old. They'll say "aww, that stinks," and then they'll ask if/when you're going to try to get pregnant again. They'll imply that if you just have another baby you won't be sad anymore.

Many people won't understand that you're not just disappointed because some theoretical baby will not appear to you in the future as you expected. You already had a baby, it was so close it was a part of you, and now it's gone. People will not understand that.

I was blindsided by my first miscarriage, followed by a second and third in the coming years. Here is my story of pregnancy loss and losing a baby, plus tips and advice for dealing with a miscarriage and managing your grief. If you are reading this because you recently miscarried, I am so sorry. #miscarriage #pregnancyloss

It takes a long time to heal emotionally from a miscarriage. People expect it to be easier than other losses. Even I expected myself to "get over it" faster. I'd be fine and then some reminder  putting away a box of baby things, or maybe even nothing at all  would trigger a breakdown.

Years later, those emotions still bubble up from time to time. I think I never fully dealt with them all. My miscarriages happened before anyone other than Phillip knew I was even pregnant, so not many people know about my miscarriages. Sometimes it feels like I'm the keeper of some horrible secret.

That, and the lack of closure, is what kills me. There's no memorial service, no decent burial. No mother feels good about the final resting place of her miscarried child. It feels wrong not to have any momentos, aside from maybe an ultrasound picture if you were able to get one, of this little person who affected your life.

I read somewhere the suggestion of planting a tree or bush in memory of your baby. I think I might do that someday. I have a hard time thinking about my miscarriages with anything other than sadness, but maybe seeing three thriving bushes in my yard would make me happier when I think about those little souls.

My heart goes out to my friend, and to all the other women in our terrible club. I hope that however we do it, we can heal and find peace.

That someday, we might be able to think about those angel babies and smile.
I was blindsided by my first miscarriage, followed by a second and third in the next 4 years. Nothing can ease your grief after a pregnancy loss, but it helped me to find support from women other who were learning to manage their miscarriage grief as I worked toward recovery. Here’s my miscarriage story, and if you are reading because you recently lost a baby: I am so sorry. #miscarriage #pregnancyloss #grief

I was blindsided by my first miscarriage, followed by a second and third in the next 4 years. Nothing can ease your grief after a pregnancy loss, but it helped me to find support from women other who were learning to manage their miscarriage grief as I worked toward recovery. Here’s my miscarriage story, and if you are reading because you recently lost a baby: I am so sorry. #miscarriage #pregnancyloss #grief

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Kelly said...

I have had two miscarriages and I have never forgotten them. They stick with you forever.

Jenny Evans said...

So sorry to hear about your miscarriages. Every miscarriage you have changes you forever. You can find a new normal, but you'll never be the same as you were before.

Unknown said...

Aunt Sue I miscarried after birthing 3 healthy babies. But I was on the couch for a month due to the drugs I was given at the hospital, which did not leave my system.. That was the month of our troops evacuating Viet Nam and so I lay there watching all the babies and children being thrown on the planes to save their lives. Not a good month for me.

Jenny Evans said...

Wow. Sorry for your experience. It takes a very strong person to go through something like that.

Unknown said...

Couldn't have said this better myself. Thank you for speaking for "our club" (sad as we sometimes are) and encouraging other women in their loss.

Alicia @ Sweeping Up Joy said...

You've shared so many truths about the experience of miscarriage...thank you for being a voice for the club that no one wants to join.

"Untelling" is so hard. That's why we've waited to tell family and friends, but it really does feel awful to pretend things are fine. No win. The whole situation is no win.

Thanks for linking up. Reading the stories of others can be so healing.

Jenny Evans said...

You are totally right. There's no "right" thing to do because you can never win in that situation. This time around we chose to announce our pregnancy right away when we found out, because I'd had the experience (three experiences) of losing a pregnancy when no one even knew I was pregnant and it felt like I was supposed to keep it a terrible secret. I wrote about the decision to announce our pregnancy early on here:

I'm not sure if I would announce another pregnancy to the entire world at 9 weeks again, but I would at least tell my close friends and immediate family as soon as possible so I could count on their support and not feel like I need to keep it quiet.

Anonymous said...

Thank you for writing this. I had several miscarriages, but one happened at 14 weeks - after we already told our families and close friends. And actually the "untelling" bit gave me some closure; people would grieve with me, and at least stop asking me when we were going to start having children! For a while, at least. I was actually glad I told my (close) family and close friends... but happy as well I asked them to let us tell the rest of the world when we were ready.

One thing though: "No mother feels good about the final resting place of her miscarried child." - I do. We happened to be staying on our brand new property in the middle of nowhere for the summer, and I had my miscarriage on a composting toilet. The "baby that wasn't meant to be" went on to the composting pile, and became fertiliser for our almond and olive trees. Somehow, that still makes me feel good.

Jenny Evans said...

I think it's great that you have that closure of knowing that your baby is forever a part of your property and you can think of the baby every time you see those trees. Miscarriage is very painful, but it sounds like you're finding your new normal. Good luck to you!

the Wife said...

I didnt announce my last pregnancy. My husband and I decided to wait. We have loved ones who are struggling with i fertility and it seems the moment we announce a wall is put up and doesnt come down until after baby's 1st birthday. We decided to wait to tell to avoid the comments from people and friends who already think our family is too big. We decided to wait and enjoy the early months just between us. Then I lost the baby and no one knew. My husband said to bw thankful for the healthy kids we do have, and I was alone and broken.

April Cleaver said...

I'm finding this post a little late, but still wanted to thank you for it. I had my miscarriage in October of 2017, and was blessed to have a beautiful and healthy rainbow baby in October of 2018. I was 9 weeks when I miscarried, and it was so, so hard. I had already told close friends and family members, and I'm glad I did. "Untelling" them forced me to talk about it, which helped me heal. I started a private blog to write all my raw feelings, and then posted to my public blog once I'd sorted them all out. I needed people to understand how I felt (not many people knew what to do with me). I'll link to my story if you'd like to read it. Thanks for sharing yours ❤️

Jenny Evans said...

Thanks for sharing your story. I felt the same way, and in future pregnancies miscarriage was the very reason I DIDN'T wait until 12 weeks to share. If I had another miscarriage, I needed support this time. I couldn't handle going through it all alone again.