Baby Loss Awareness Week takes place from the 9th to the 15th of October every year.
9th October 2020 was two days after I’d been told at what should have been a 9-week scan, that the foetus only measured what you might expect for 6-weeks. And that they couldn’t see a heartbeat. But that I’d have to wait another week to confirm that it hadn’t grown before they could confirm that it was a missed miscarriage.
15th October 2020 was the day after the scan that confirmed that I’d had a missed miscarriage, and the total fucking ordeal that was spending hours alone — thanks pandemic — at a hospital waiting to speak to nurses and doctors, and the day before I took misoprostol to “deal” with the missed miscarriage.
Suffice to say, I didn’t need to be made aware of baby loss that week. I was living it. And far from feeling comforted that the whole world seemed to be talking about it, I hated every single fucking post about it. For all the sympathy and empathy I felt for anyone who had been in my position, I just didn’t want to hear about any of it. And I think I will always resent the fact that I had a miscarriage during Baby Loss Awareness Week because there will never be a year that passes that I’m not reminded of it.
It’s not that I want to pretend it didn’t happen. It will always have happened. I know that. B knows that. But I am not the type that wanted an anniversary. Maybe for some women that’s helpful, but I don’t want a day of concentrated pain. Just like I went out of my way to avoid calculating a due date — right up until the hospital handed me paperwork with a due date printed on it. (I still can’t get over the utter thoughtlessness of that. Giving a woman who’s just been told she won’t be having a baby a piece of paper with a due date for the baby that won’t ever be born.) I’ve done my hardest to forget it. It was sometime in May.
In many ways, I’m one of the lucky ones. So far I’ve only had one miscarriage. It was early. I’d had no scan that showed a heartbeat, or the outline of an actual baby. I had no idea if it would have been a boy or a girl. It was an infinitesimally small collection of cells that we hadn’t expected to be there anyway. We were already working on our contingency plan. This wasn’t the end of the road, it was just a bump. In so many ways, it could have been so much worse. But, of course, hierarchies of misery aren’t that helpful in these situations.
Losing a baby, at any stage, is about losing the parallel existence that you would have had with that child in your life. It’s about that one person who, in our case anyway, never really existed outside of our imaginations, but now never will. It’s about all the milestones you’ll never reach with that person.
It would be all too easy for this to be a post about how if I hadn’t miscarried then, I probably wouldn’t be pregnant now. About how much can change in a year. A post that offers hope. That’s about rainbow babies. (Sorry, I hate that term, I really do.) But I didn’t want to read those posts a year ago. I’ve never wanted to read those posts. I can see how you can get comfort from reading someone else’s story, from hearing how they got through what you’re going through and it was all OK in the end. But I hate the need for this sort of narrative arc.
I hate the fact that very often women don’t talk about their struggles with fertility until they have their happy ending. But life doesn’t always play out like that. So if you’re reading this and you’re in the middle of it, I’m not going to give you platitudes about things happening for a reason, or how time is a great healer. There are a load of other blogs and posts that will do that if that’s what you want. I’m just going to say I’m sorry, it’s shit. And you probably know, in your heart of hearts that it won’t always feel this shit (and you’re right), but when you’re in the middle of it, and it’s shit, you can’t possibly imagine how you’re going to get from it being shit to it not being shit. So I’m sorry. I’m thinking of you.
6 thoughts on “Baby Loss Awareness Week…”
Oh my gosh, Thankyou for such an honest Frank post that I can actually relate to. That is always my view also, I don’t want an anniversary, a reminder , we will always know what we’ve been though, we don’t need a day to enhance the misery. Unfortunately my first pregnancy I found out on my birthday that it had chromosome abnormalities and then my 3rd pregnancy I found out 2 days before my 40th birthday the same had happened again and the day after that I was in hospital ‘dealing’ with it. So it’s hard to avoid the reminder. I’m currently on my 2 week wait, knowing if it works it’ll be the only time it won’t be due at Christmas, another unavoidable date 🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️.
You totally hit the nail on the head and that is exactly how I describe the times over our 3 losses, it’s just totally and utterly shit!!!! No I don’t want to hear about your friends friends friend who got pregnant after 25 miscarriages when they stopped trying. Other people’s happy endings don’t help, nothing helps, you just have to take each day and get on with it.
I totally agree, fertility issues should be talked about more, it’s so hard because I say that, but I don’t tell people because I can’t face their sympathy , I want to put it in a box and address it when it suits me. I can’t have my cake and eat it…but I’ll bloody well try!!!
Sending so much hope to you both and well wishes for your pregnancy, ultimately there are happy endings and I really hope you and everyone else who goes through this total shit gets theirs. Big love x
Thank you for taking the time to comment. And I’m so sorry you can identify with what I’ve written. Totally agree, we should talk about it more – but on our terms and when it suits us. I hope things work out for you – like you say there are happy endings but in the spaces between there’s a lot of shit to get through and I’m sorry you’ve had to go through it xxx
I’m so so sorry for you. What an awful situation and it is completely shit. I wish I had more helpful words. I think you are incredibly brave for sharing this and know it will help many others to hear your honesty. Thinking of you xx
That’s very kind, thank you. I really appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. x
My god I hate this!! Not the post or the bravery you’ve shown by sharing your experience, but the fact that it happened in the first place. My partner and I had been doing IVF and on our 3rd round we got pregnant only to miscarriage right on 5 weeks and it was just horrible. There’s just no words to describe how shit it is because miscarriage isn’t just the lose of a baby, it’s the loss of a whole life you create and imagine in your head. Please keep posting your experiences! Because if anything, this post meant something to me x
So sorry you had this experience. It’s all shit isn’t it. Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment.