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dealing with grief i don’t feel like i deserve

OliviaD
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In January of this year I found out I was pregnant. I’m not even 20 yet. I knew I wanted kids at some point and I’ve been with my partner for 2 years, but I’m only halfway through my undergrad and have a masters and phd left to do still. I remember the day I found out so clearly, I knew something was wrong, I had missed my period by a couple weeks, I was nauseous and fatigued all the time, I just knew what it was. The test came back pretty quickly and I called my partner to tell him then went to his house that night. It wasn’t like I hadn’t prepared for this possibility, I knew the decision I would have to make if it ever happened. But when I drove home all I could think about was that I had a baby, something that came from me and came from love, something that would be both of us. I don’t know how to explain it other than the world before that moment felt meaningless and I had a purpose. I loved my baby more than anything else in the world. Still, I felt pressured by my own expectations and the expectations of those around me to make the decision that was going to most benefit me. We got an ultrasound and saw the heartbeat and got the due date and I decided my baby was a boy and I named him and I just loved him so much. I guess the stress of everything got to me because I ended up miscarrying before I could make that decision about what I wanted to do. I have been devastated ever since, it feels like the world has lost its colour, I think about my baby every day and how much I failed him, how I’ll never get to meet the person he could’ve been or told him that I loved him or even just held him once. My partner doesn’t get it, he’s sad about it as well, but not in the same way. I just feel like I have no one I can talk to about it because I have all this grief and I don’t know where to put it and I feel invalid in it because I only knew about him for such a short amount of time and before that a baby was not a near possibility. I wish I could know if he hates me, or if he at least knows I love him and I tried my best. Will this feeling ever go away? Or will the world be dark forever because I honestly haven’t felt happy for a single day since. I just feel so guilty all of the time, and I feel so alone in my guilt and my grief and I don’t know what to do anymore.

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therising
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Hi Olivia

 

My heart goes out to you, it truly does. I wish I was sitting there beside you, giving you the freedom to express exactly how you feel through words, tears or whatever else is needed.

 

Pregnancy is such a personal experience which also makes miscarriage just as personal. While our partner and others around us are involved in a number of different ways, it is we who grow life within us and (in the case of miscarriage) feel the loss of that life. From my own experience with miscarriage, I found the most important question was 'How do I begin to move forward in ways that are going to best serve me?'. 

 

Personally, I went for a balance of intellect and emotion. I recall going to the library all those years ago and taking out 2 books. One involved physical factors behind pregnancy and miscarriage and the other involved other women's emotional experiences with miscarriage. While I received criticism for this way of managing my grief, while being advised to 'stop dwelling' (hmmm🤔), this is what worked for me. Of course, what works for everyone will be different. From an intellectual point of view, I could see how our body ends a process (pregnancy) which cannot be sustained, for a number of different reasons. From an emotional point of view, I felt like I was not alone in my sadness and struggles regarding the loss because others had felt that loss too, in their own personal way. I found, beyond that, it can be about what we choose to imagine. For example, if what we imagine is a little soul that is due to come to us (in the form of what we bring to full term), then it will come to us, not now but later. It needs a body that is fit for it to come to life. While 2 of my soulmates (my 22yo daughter and 19yo son) are 2 of the most amazing people I've ever come to know, it took my son a couple of goes to get here. After 2 miscarriages and beyond the initial grief, he finally made it. ❤️