I’m taking a break from Fizgiggery for a while. Life ain’t all roses, but when it is, I want to share my happiness and enthusiasm for life here. Unfortunately, the past ten days have been… well… I was pregnant and then I lost the baby and my heart has never been so broken.
I feel strongly that I shouldn’t feel ashamed to talk about the fact that I had a missed miscarriage. It’s a lonely experience, and we women and our partners must stick together. Yet, it’s a subject no one wants to talk about. Granted, it’s not a topic for polite dinner conversation, but does that mean it should be swept under the proverbial rug, never to be discussed? No, I do not believe so.
I refuse to be shackled by shame and am breaking my silence, and have started writing about my experience. The long, drawn-out process of miscarriage. The grief, the disappointment, the anger, the fear and uncertainty. Writing has been cathartic for me, and I haven’t minced my words. In the 5 days that I have been flying my flag of vulnerability, I have received meaningful responses from women all over the world who were struck by the similarity of their grief and mine.
If you are squeamish and/or uncomfortable with raw emotion, it might not the kind of reading you’d enjoy.
But if you or someone you know has experienced the shocking disappointment and heartbreak of losing something so tiny and precious, please stop by On Fecund Thought.
Thank you for your patience, understanding, and support.
Until brighter days,