It's been a good few weeks for me, emotionally. It's been 11 weeks since we lost Baby #4. I was 11 weeks pregnant. I miss that little one. Not a day has gone by without remembering what we lost, but I hadn't cried in over two weeks.
I was reminded yesterday that today is Pregnancy & Infant Loss Awareness Day.
And I am SO aware.
Before this year, I had seen posts by many sweet friends who have lost little ones and been sad for them, but this year I understand.
This year I'm mourning--not just for me--but for my friend B , who lost a little one to miscarriage last year.
For my sweet friend T and her losses. You were my first real glimpse into this pain.
For my friend L, whose loss is more than I can even imagine.
For another L who lost her first and delivered a stillborn daughter.
For D and her recent losses.
For J and her sweet one.
For J and her sweet little girl.
For G who reached out to me because she went through miscarriage over 30 years ago.
For my mother-in-law and my husbands family, who lost a child and a sibling.
For S who lost her first little Peanut to miscarriage.
For S and her multiple miscarriages.
For A who lost her first to miscarriage.
For J and Baby August.
Each of these women helped me in my grief. They shared their dark days. They shared tears and hugs and words of hope. And I am forever grateful.
The ache is very present today, but we mourn together.
Today, I'm thinking about what I would look like at 22 weeks pregnant. Thinking about feeling all the little kicks and somersaults. And I miss my little one.
If you're struggling with the loss of a pregnancy or infant, too, PLEASE don't carry that weight alone.
Share your story.
You never know who you might help just by not being silent.