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Saturday, June 6, 2015
Ignored Tragedy of Miscarriage
TRIGGER WARNING – sensitive topics ahead.
This will be possibly my edgiest post to date and maybe
ever. I’m going to talk about elective abortion and miscarriage along with
other types of pregnancy loss. If these topics are touchy to you now is the
time to turn away.
Elective abortion has long been a debated topic since Roe
vs. Wade in 1973. Often called murder and a tragic loss of life by those who
oppose elective abortion. There is a
wide variety of opinion around the procedure. Regardless of where one’s opinion
lies on the spectrum, most I’ve encountered will call it a tragedy. Tragedy
that the woman had to make a choice between her life and the life inside of
her. Tragedy that the baby had chromosomal condition incompatible with life, or
that the baby was simply unwanted when there are so many that would have
adopted the baby.
What in the world
does any of that have to do with miscarriage or stillbirth?
Well here’s what, when news of a pregnancy loss is broadcast
often the responses are of unsympathetic nature.
“It just wasn’t your time yet”
“God had other plans”
“You can try again
soon for another one”
“Don’t worry, it’s an angel now and looking down on you”
“It wasn’t meant to be”
Anything other than “I’m sorry, my deepest sympathy” is
nothing but salt and a stab in a wound; whether it be fresh or scared. I do
realize a few of those responses are well meaning but to the grieving mother it
just isn’t received that way, and I say this coming from a Christian point of
After my miscarriage I just couldn’t understand why God would do this, to
me or to anyone. I did accept it after
some time but when my infertility condition was discovered around nine to ten
months later my feelings changed. My pregnancy was somewhat of a miracle and
not easily accomplished without medical help. Ok, so God gave me a miracle when
I wasn’t even asking, and then took it away.
I then became angry with God, I mean what is the point of taking away a
I took a few months to cool down as more definitive tests
were done and my doctor and I formulated a plan. I was letting this grief take
a hold of both my spiritual and physical life. Being mad at God wasn’t going to
bring my baby back. All I could do was let go of the anger that was controlling
me and making me bitter and trust that there was a master plan for my husband
and I. One round of a fertility drug called Clomid and I was pregnant with
Calvin our Rainbow. This was a full year after my miscarriage, even if I had
not became pregnant on that first cycle I was much more peaceful about the
topic than I had ever been. It could’ve been months if not years before there was success and I was prepared for that. This was just something going on in my
life, not my whole life.
It takes time to accept that there is a master plan or that
you will see your baby again in heaven. Babies lost through miscarriage and
stillbirth are tragedies too! Would you say “oh she just wasn’t meant to live
any longer” to someone who’s just buried their mother? Likely not, so don’t say
it to a women who’s just lost her baby, no matter how early she was in
gestation. If that same baby had been lost via elective abortion it would have
been such a “tragic loss of life”, but a natural miscarriage is just swept
under a rug as if that baby had no value. That was someone’s baby who meant the
whole world to them, whom they might have been waiting a long time for and now
that women has empty arms. Pregnancy isn’t a $5 Black Jack bet where the loss is minimal, and only stings for a minute then you’re hitting it again hoping for the jackpot.
Grief takes time, the body takes time to heal.
Believe me when I say I had a pretty tragic experience
hemorrhaging all over the toilet then the bathtub where I laid for some time
until I felt like I could crawl out and call my husband. Miscarriage is often
just as excoriating and/or violent as full term labor; plus you lose your
baby and are left standing with empty arms.
Please, be gentle…be kind and think before you speak. All
babies lost are tragic.