It seems strange two weeks ago I was pregnant, now I’m not.
After the catharsis of my post loss blog I had an overwhelmingly positive response.
Maybe not negative is a better word.
One in four pregnancies end in miscarriage, and I am reminded this is not one in four women.
As so many people I know share their experiences with me it seems more than half the women I know have lost at least one pregnancy.
Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg shared the miscarriage problems he and his wife experienced before finding the confidence to share what looks like a successful pregnancy.
It’s breaking a taboo.
The more people talk about it and share, I’m sure more people won’t feel so alone.
In many ways I feel luck, I’m okay. It didn’t happen out of the blue. I have a healthy, happy child. There wasn’t much to see.
Sometimes a wave of sadness suddenly hits me. Generally I’m okay. I feel much better, apart from a migraine as the hormones crashed.
The pain experienced by people who suddenly find they’re losing, or lose a second, third or more pregnancy, is so much more than mine.
It seems so unfair when people don’t want children and other potentially wonderful parents are unsuccessful.