By: Samantha Rivers
Updated: Aug. 3, 2016
Originally Published: Sep. 12, 2013
Throughout my life, I always believed that having children was a straightforward process. (I’m not naive enough to think childbirth itself is easy, though.) Here’s how I pictured it: Step 1. Find a partner. Step 2. Have intimate encounters with that partner. Step 3. Nine months later, welcome a gorgeous baby into the world.
For me, step one was a bit of a rollercoaster. I had a fleeting panic in my mid-twenties, worrying that I might never find someone to marry. I envisioned myself as the single friend who kids call Aunt Sam, surrounded by an army of cats. Thankfully, I found a wonderful man who genuinely wanted to spend his life with me.
Step two was relatively uncomplicated. The logistics of bringing my husband’s sperm and my egg together—thankfully—went flawlessly, and just like that, I was pregnant.
I was overjoyed at the thought that my body was not just a source of monthly discomfort, but rather, a nurturing space for a new life. At nearly ten weeks, after sharing the happy news with everyone—including some distant relatives—I experienced cramping and bleeding. A visit to the hospital confirmed my worst fear: a miscarriage. The loss was devastating, and I felt embarrassed. Just days ago, we had announced our exciting news, and now it felt like a cruel joke. It was as if my hopes had been erased, like a film spoiled by light.
Since then, I’ve endured two more miscarriages. Each time, I opted to keep the news more private, sharing only with close friends and family to minimize the need for “un-telling” if things didn’t go as planned. The emotional toll has been exhausting and nearly crushing.
It’s incredibly disheartening to see others become pregnant seemingly without effort. At times, when I see ultrasound images of six-week-old embryos plastered across my social media feeds, I want to scream about the injustice of it all. I find myself wanting to advise these women that announcing so early can lead to heartbreak, yet I know how deeply they are likely feeling joy.
As I navigated these challenges, I discovered that countless others had experienced similar heartaches. Once I opened up about my miscarriages, stories poured in from friends and acquaintances who had also faced this silent struggle. It’s astonishing how many people suffer in silence, as miscarriage and infertility remain largely taboo topics. But they shouldn’t be.
Did you know that one in five pregnancies ends in miscarriage? It’s a painful reality but not anyone’s fault—life can be unpredictable and harsh. If even five people read this, perhaps one will feel less isolated in their grief.
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In summary, the journey to parenthood can be fraught with unexpected challenges, but it’s essential to talk about these experiences openly. While the path is often not as simple as we imagine, sharing our stories can help lift the burden of isolation.
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