What’s the most remarkable thing about my story? That it’s not remarkable in any way. Statistically speaking, at least 10 women on a packed Toronto streetcar have been through the same (or worse). Our months of trying? A hot minute compared to couples who’ve been at it for years. And, the physical and emotional trauma I experienced? Relatively, it was kittens.
The pain. OK, I have not had a baby yet so I humbly acknowledge that my worst-pain-ever is yet to come, but the miscarriage has been the most spectacular pain for me, to date. I inched around on the floor on elbows and knees and only found brief, slight amounts of comfort in a face-down fetal. Child’s pose, if you will, with more screaming and less namaste. I turned to big pharma, and double-dosed on Midol which had zero effect. (OK it was a triple dose. I didn’t want you to worry, but you need to know the facts.)