A Short Story

I am going to tell you why my miscarriage matters.A few weeks ago, I was out for a walk with my 8-year-old and 1 year old.  An elderly neighbour couple stopped us, and we spoke for a while.  After several minutes of talking about my boys (older people love talking about the kids), they asked me about the age between my boys. They continued to ask why there was such a large age gap.  I always dread these questions.  I take a deep breath and tell them that we lost twins in two separate miscarriages. 

They looked at me with empathy. Almost, embarrassed and unsure of what to say next…or so I thought.

I thought that would be it for the topic, but then came the dagger, “….how far along were you?”  I let out a big sigh and though I didn’t need to, I explain that we suspect 8 weeks for our first baby, and we estimated 10 weeks for the second twin. She replies “oh, that’s good you weren’t far along”.  It felt like a lightning bolt sending a shock through my body.  I can feel myself get fired up with anger.  I take a deep breath unsure if I wanted to scream, walk away, or explain myself.  In that moment, I chose to end the conversation…though I wanted to tell them my painful story.

My Miscarriage Matters

My miscarriage matters, despite what she thinks.  Despite what anyone thinks.  My babies were special.  They were loved.  They mattered.

Sadly, this isn’t the first time this situation has happened to me.  In fact, it happens often that my miscarriage isn’t important because I wasn’t “that far along”.  You know what, screw you and your opinions.  Because, I. DON’T. CARE. ANYMORE.

My miscarriages happened.  It happened to ME!  They happened a week apart.  There was pain, there was devastation, there was hurt, there was heartbreak. There was trauma.  Don’t YOU tell me, “at least you weren’t that far along” as if your words are going to make me magically feel better, because you know what, they actually make me feel one hundred times worse!

I wonder if her reaction or sympathy would have been different if my babies were further along?

My babies had heart beats…both of them. Then one didn’t.  Then a week later, they both were gone. 

If You Want to Say Something…

So here is what I really want to say, if you are reading this and haven’t gone through a miscarriage, please don’t ask the gestation of their loss.  Be there for her.  Listen to her story. Tell that mom that she is so strong.  Don’t make it about you or your comfort.  Don’t try to justify the loss or death.  Just listen.  Be empathetic.  Offer a hug. Show compassion.

If you have suffered a loss and someone asks your gestation, ask them if it matters?  Tell them what you need.  Or don’t say anything at all.  I have learned that people don’t respond well when they don’t know what to say.  Or when they are put on the spot and don’t have an answer.  People want reasonings and justifications. But most of all they want to fix it.  I usually tell people that my babies were loved so much.  Even if I only had 2 months with them, the love my family and I have for them is enough for a full lifetime. When my time is up earthside, I know that they will be waiting to greet me at the gates of heaven.

Please know that your miscarriage matters.  Even if it happened twenty years ago, it mattered.  If it happened yesterday, it mattered.

It will always matter.