- I don't have to pretend I'm superwoman.
- I don't have to accept that just because ONE IN THREE pregnancies will fail, mine were loved or wanted any less.
- I can call my lost babies "babies," even though many will just see them as embryos, fetal sacs, or biochemical pregnancies.
- I can be scared to death to get pregnant again, scared to death to go pee for nine months, and scared that no matter how careful and healthy and prayerful I've been, it may happen again.
- It doesn't have to be a secret or part of my life people don't know about because it is SO much a part of who I am and what I'll be.
You know that feeling when you're on a roller coaster, going up the hill, and the cars are making that "click-click-click" sound, and you're just waiting, anticipating, wishing you wouldn't have even gotten on in the first place, and then before you know it, you drop...and you start falling, and you can't breathe....but then you get to the bottom, and you start breathing again and it's all okay. That's what it feels like when you're riding the emotional roller coaster of losing something that was part of you for a time. Except sometimes, you keep waiting for that breath, and it just seems to take so damn long. Women have to breathe. A woman who's experiencing a loss needs to breathe. If she can feel comfortable and know that it's okay to talk about what's happening in her mind, soul, body, heart....she'll be able to catch that breath she so desperately has been waiting for.
it is ok to talk.... people who truly love and accept you will listen, no matter how uncomfortable it makes them feel!
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