July 20, 2023
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A year has passed since I experienced my second miscarriage within eight months. My partner, Mark, and I had hoped to grow our family the summer before last, but the first loss was so sudden that it hardly registered as a true loss in my mind. I convinced myself that since I became pregnant again so quickly, the next time would surely be different.
I was mistaken.
Just days before Memorial Day last year, I saw that elusive pink plus sign. However, by June 1st, things took a downward turn. No amount of hope could change the reality that this pregnancy was also doomed. Three days later, my doctor delivered the heartbreaking confirmation: I had miscarried once more.
Today, I cradle my two-month-old daughter, but the shadows of the past year still linger. It pains me to know that my body was able to conceive twice, yet couldn’t protect those fragile lives that were just beginning to grow. I often think about how, instead of holding my daughter now, I could have had a five-month-old or even a one-year-old.
On the due date of my first miscarriage, I found myself in a cemetery, grappling with the grief of losing two pregnancies in under a year. It still stings to remember that during my daughter’s pregnancy, I could hardly share the news for the first 11 weeks, paralyzed by the fear of losing her too.
Filling out medical forms that inquire about my pregnancy history is another painful reminder. I have to list four pregnancies, yet only two of my children are alive. And every time I see a Facebook announcement celebrating a new baby, it feels like a sharp reminder of how I worried my son, who was almost three at that time, might never have a sibling.
When someone compliments the nearly four-year gap between my children, I struggle to hold back the truth about my losses. I don’t want to shift the mood of the conversation, but the ache remains. Just days after my second miscarriage, I attended a friend’s wedding, tears welling in my eyes while everyone else celebrated.
Even the week before my daughter’s birth, I was informed she was breech and I would need a C-section. In that moment, my anxiety flared, convincing me that once again, my body had failed to do what it was supposed to.
Much has changed since that second loss. I am immensely grateful for my healthy daughter, yet that gratitude exists alongside the grief I still carry. The reality is, the pain from losing two pregnancies will always be with me.
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Summary:
One year after experiencing two miscarriages, the author reflects on the enduring pain of loss while cherishing her new daughter. The article explores the complex emotions surrounding pregnancy, grief, and the challenges of discussing these topics with others.