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The Grief of Miscarriage Never Really Leaves You
The impact of a longing for a person you’ve never met
April is a hard month for me. As the birds return and greenery begins to comes back to the trees and ground, my heart is doing the exact opposite inside. One thing I’ve learned about grief in my lifetime is that it is often associated with different times of year. For some people, Christmas is hard because of lost family members no longer present for the holiday season. Wedding anniversaries remind widows and widowers of the death of their beloved spouse. For mothers that have lost babies before they were born, it is usually the month they lost their pregnancy or sometimes the month their baby was due.
For me, it will always be April.
It’s been nearly 10 years since I lost my second pregnancy to miscarriage. I can’t believe it’s been that long and at the same time it feels like it has been even longer than that. Each April that’s slipped by makes me stop in my tracks and think of the child that I never got to meet.
I was 12 weeks along with my second child when it happened. My two year old son was at my parents while I went to my 12 week ultrasound appointment at my OBGYN’s office. My husband wasn’t able to get out of work to go with me, but told me to call him right after to let him know how it…
