Parenting can often be described as a source of relentless stress, but I can assure you that my experience as a mother is far removed from the turmoil that may occur in other households. My children, Max and Lily, do not disrupt my sleep with endless requests for drinks, cuddles, or to ward off imaginary monsters. They do not cause chaos in my home, break my belongings, or fight with each other, leaving me ample opportunity to engage in personal pursuits, enjoy uninterrupted showers, and complete errands without disturbance.
This is largely because neither of my children reached full term. They never even got close. Yet, they are undeniably my children—ever a part of my life. This presents a complex emotional dilemma. Setting aside contentious beliefs, scientific understanding affirms that life begins at conception, marking the inception of a human being—my human being. Initially, I believed this was a straightforward matter.
However, the absence of my children has introduced unexpected challenges, extending far beyond grief. For instance, how should I respond when asked if I have children? I often find myself saying no to sidestep the conversation, only to wonder if I have invalidated the significance of those two little souls who existed within me, albeit for a short time. Conversely, when I affirm their existence and recount my experiences, the dialogue often grinds to an awkward halt, sometimes accompanied by the dreaded Pity Face.
Invisible motherhood is more common than many realize, until one finds themselves in the position of being the mother of an unseen child. In those moments, I have often managed to hold back tears just long enough to share my story. It is then that I discover other women with similar experiences, their stories of heartache and shared empathy flooding in. I often wonder, “Where have you all been until now?”
I had always considered the term “miscarriage” to be a somewhat taboo subject—a distasteful occurrence akin to ingrown toenails or root canals—one that likely wouldn’t come up at a dinner party. My knowledge of the topic was limited; I was aware of a few family members who had experienced it and a friend who had suffered a stillbirth, but discussions surrounding emotional impact or the essence of motherhood were completely absent. It felt as if those babies somehow didn’t count.
This lack of understanding caught me completely off guard. Although I had anticipated potential complications during my first pregnancy due to family history, I was unprepared for the overwhelming wave of emotions that would engulf me, suffocating me under a dark cloud of sorrow. I was blindsided by feelings of anger directed at visibly pregnant women and found myself shaken by rage when witnessing parents yelling at their children or neglecting their needs.
Moreover, I felt isolated from my partner, who initially struggled to grasp the depth of my grief. The inner critic in my mind relentlessly accused me of being unworthy of motherhood, of not taking sufficient care during my pregnancy, or somehow doing it all wrong. I was ill-equipped to handle insensitive comments from others, leaving me feeling emotionally assaulted.
In my journey towards healing, I decided to reach out and connect with others facing similar challenges. I began sharing pieces of my story through blogging. The positive feedback I received showed me that I was not alone; others began to express understanding, and I was thanked for sparking conversations that allowed friends to support those in similar situations. I wrote guest posts aimed at amplifying awareness of miscarriage and childlessness, working to foster empathy and compassion in the community.
As I continue to evolve in discussing these matters, I aim to expand my presence beyond the digital realm. I wish to advocate for a society where miscarriage is not a taboo subject, where women can openly express and mourn their losses without questioning the validity of their feelings. I aspire to be a source of information and support, actively contributing to a movement that demystifies miscarriage and encourages constructive dialogue on the subject.
My children are significant. They have profoundly impacted my life, and I carry their legacy with me.
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