During a recent family gathering, my husband, our two children, and I spent time with another family that had four kids. My youngest, an 8-year-old named Jamie, paused near them, gazing with a mix of longing and curiosity. He turned to me and softly said, “That could have been us.”
As I felt a wave of emotion, I held him close, knowing he was referring to the two children we lost during pregnancy. In his mind, they remain part of our family, even if they never had the chance to be with us.
Jamie stumbled upon the concept of these “missing children” while visiting my mother’s house, where she meticulously tracks our family tree, documenting every birth and loss. While showing Jamie and his sister the family history, they spotted two additional entries under my name. My mother, realizing the potential confusion, gently explained that after my daughter was born, I had two pregnancies that ended in miscarriage before Jamie was born. This was a sensitive topic for my husband and me, which is why we hadn’t shared it with the kids until now.
Even a decade after those losses, the sadness lingers. It has transformed over time; while I’ve grown accustomed to it, the memories can still catch me off guard. The first pregnancy loss occurred early in my first trimester. The joy of expecting another child was palpable, but during a routine check-up, my doctor couldn’t detect a heartbeat. The grief was profound.
The second loss happened during the early part of the second trimester. After the first heartbreaking experience, my husband and I tried to guard our emotions more, but it was nearly impossible. We were elated to hear the heartbeat at our 9-week checkup, only to return weeks later to find that joy had vanished again. This time, we learned we had lost a son.
I have chosen not to burden my children with the specifics of these experiences just yet. They know there are two “missing kids,” and that knowledge is heavy for Jamie, who often reflects on the families he sees with four children. He wonders about the possibility of our family being larger.
It’s challenging to explain that had those pregnancies succeeded, he might not be here. We initially planned for two children. In these moments, I simply hold him close and together we acknowledge our shared sadness.
The emotional conflict I feel is complex. I mourn for the two babies that could have been, while simultaneously grappling with guilt, knowing that if they had survived, Jamie wouldn’t exist. This internal struggle can be overwhelming, yet I occasionally find solace in the thought that perhaps those lost pregnancies fought to join our family, ultimately leading to Jamie’s arrival.
Jamie continues to express his desire for more siblings. Recently, he offered to share his room for a baby brother and even suggested his sister’s room for a girl. I reassure him, “Our family is complete just as it is,” and indeed, it must be. We have two wonderful children here with us and two angels watching over.
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In summary, discussing miscarriage with children is delicate, yet it’s important to acknowledge their feelings and questions. By fostering an open dialogue, parents can help their children understand their family’s unique journey.