When I first discovered I was expecting, a whirlwind of emotions swept over me. It was a blend of relief, fear, and pure joy. After grappling with health challenges that threatened my fertility, the news that my husband and I were about to become parents felt like a long-awaited dream come true.
Eagerly, I dove into research on pregnancy symptoms, anticipating the familiar discomfort. However, before my initial doctor’s appointment, I experienced cramping and bleeding. My worst fears were confirmed—I had a miscarriage.
My journey to motherhood has been anything but simple. I’m grateful for my four beautiful children, but I also carry the weight of the 12 little ones I never got to meet. The grief was overwhelming, and I learned that the emotional aftermath of a miscarriage can linger far longer than the physical pain. In ways I hadn’t anticipated, these experiences have profoundly influenced my parenting style.
Like many parents, I found that my reality of parenting diverged significantly from my expectations, but the impact of my miscarriages has particularly defined my approach. Here’s how:
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Fear of Attachment
I imagined that the moment I held my child, an intense wave of love would wash over me. Instead, I was met with fear. Holding that tiny being, gazing into those wide eyes, filled me with anxiety. I was terrified of forming a bond only to lose it. It took time to overcome that fear, but when I finally connected with my child, the depth of my love was overwhelming. -
Hovering More Than I’d Like
Helicopter parenting is often criticized, and I never envisioned myself as that kind of mom. I always thought I would let my children learn from mistakes while being there for guidance. However, after enduring 12 miscarriages, I have become acutely aware of life’s fragility. I find myself hovering, striving to ensure their safety and happiness, driven by a desire to protect them from the profound sadness I have experienced. This anxiety shaped my earlier years of parenting, but I’m slowly learning to embrace the mom I always aspired to be. -
Cherishing Everyday Chaos
While there are days I crave quiet, the sounds of my children fill my heart with joy. With four kids in the house, it can get noisy and chaotic, but I relish those moments. Having faced the silence of longing, I’m now more patient with the mess and noise that comes with “kids being kids.” -
Guilt Over Complaining
Motherhood isn’t easy, and there are days I want to vent about exhaustion or the struggles of grocery shopping with kids in tow. Yet, every time I catch myself complaining, a voice reminds me of the battles I fought to have my children. I feel guilty for complaining when many are still longing for their families. While I strive to acknowledge my feelings, the guilt can be hard to shake off. -
Openness with My Children
I remember feeling isolated after my first miscarriage, struggling to articulate my emotions while grappling with an unspoken stigma. In my experience, the silence surrounding these topics made me feel alone. As a parent, I prioritize open communication, discussing complex issues like death and emotions with my children. They may be young—10, 9, 7, and 2—but we’ve already shared deep conversations. Creating a safe space for them to express their thoughts means the world to me.
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In summary, my experiences with miscarriage have deeply influenced my parenting style. From navigating fear and guilt to embracing open communication, these challenges have shaped who I am as a mother and how I connect with my children.
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