About 7 months ago I wrote a blog about my pregnancy loss, and shared it on Facebook. I felt (and mostly still feel) intensely private about the whole thing, but I feel miscarriage is too much of an unspoken thing and I wanted to not contribute to other women feeling silenced about theirs.
But there was another really important reason for sharing my experience, and it was very humbling.
I didn't want to believe that I was someone who needed attention and validation, but I am, and after some reflection, I also wanted to share that part of myself.
And that's because I think we all need love, and we all need love the most when we are hurting.
I posted that blog, and comments started pouring in from people, friends and acquaintances. They rolled in fast for most of a day. I went to a show with Zach that night, and I remember feeling like I could breathe in a way I hadn't in 2 months.
After that day, the body aches stopped. The crying in my car and the shower stopped. The missing of my lost little one won't stop ever. Even another pregnancy can't heal that.
But I'm not exaggerating when I say that my choice to open up, and the ensuing soothing and comforting sentiments from friends (both via facebook as well as those who reached out more privately) helped restore my basic ability to function.
Thank you, friends, for loving me. It literally made all the difference for me.
