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On Miscarriage
Motherhood, adoption, love, partnership, healing, and divine intervention.
This week has been.
We got a word from the doc about our little 👼🏽.
In total, I’ve carried three, and have born just one.
The news immediately gave me peace. Then another wave or two of grief. I count myself extraordinarily blessed to have gotten this news this week. Maybe because I haven’t had my little C with me all week, I’ve been more emotionally impacted by things generally.
Not being able to pick him up and give him big hugs after finding out about yet another school shooting.
However. In his temporary absence, I’ve been haunted perhaps more by the thought that I cannot physically, mentally, or emotionally even begin to imagine what these grieving families of the children lost have been grappling with this week.
Not having the usual noise in the house and activities throughout the week. It just leaves a lot of emptiness. Not necessarily bad, but thoughtful space.
So when we got this news about our little angel this week. It just hit me later after the call, a lot of things. More peace than anything of course. And since we’ve gone through this as a couple, of course, it has made me more thankful for my partner…
