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Rainbow, Baby

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rainbowflagThere are some secrets you can only keep for so long.  

I am so pregnant, you guys.

Keeping secrets can be good or bad, healthy or not, and it’s all about intuition.  I wrote earlier this year about how silence during pregnancy can be more harmful than we realize, and I stand by it.  But, the real gist of that article was that you should tell who you want, when you want.  Which takes some awareness and intuition to really understand, rather than just going on what your fear or expectations are telling you.

In my last pregnancy, I told a lot of people, right away.  It felt really right.  That pregnancy felt so serendipitous, so natural, and I went with it.  I was about to make the public, formal announcement to anyone who didn’t know yet, when we had a miscarriage at almost 13 weeks.  It was heartbreaking for so many reasons, not the least of which was the automatic questioning of my intuition – how could I have felt so good about something that wasn’t ever meant to be?  It was a disturbing and cruel irony.

This time around, I felt a lot more like letting the air out of the balloon slowly.  A person here, a person there.  Whoever felt right to tell, and whenever I felt safe.  If I didn’t feel safe, whether with the person or with myself that day, I didn’t say anything.  There were times it felt unnatural, but it always felt right.

I’m almost 18 weeks now.  In fact, we find out if we’re having a girl or a boy in a few days.  Part of me is tempted to wait until after that appointment to make this announcement.  We’ll know for sure if we’re working with 10 fingers and toes, limbs where they’re supposed to be, and growth markers on track.  But, as much as I have trusted and honored my need for an extra bit of privacy and safety during this pregnancy, I also know that it is time to publicly honor this life and this time in my life.

Because I know, more than ever, that there isn’t a day that comes where all the fears are put to rest and all the unknowns are known.  When you say yes to becoming a mother, you say yes to holding all of that uncertainty – forever.

So, I’m letting the rest of the air out of the balloon all at once.  It’s not safe; we’re not all safe.  But we are loved, and we are together in this journey, you and me.

We’d love for you to hope with us for this rainbow baby.

It’s Never Too Late to Go Back and Grieve

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I don’t know what it is with me and losing babies when I’m traveling.

Before Aiden, we had a miscarriage at 11 weeks.  We hadn’t told very many people.  I miscarried painfully in Providence, RI on an anniversary trip with my husband.  I bled and cramped in our B&B bed for 3 days, and eventually, on an afternoon outing that I finally mustered the energy for, I passed the baby in the bathroom of a Jamaican restaurant, with the proprietor cursing at me from the other side of the door.  She had told me I couldn’t use the bathroom as I wasn’t a paying customer, and I was desperate but had no idea of how to tell her the truth of what was happening.  She refused to let me in, and I literally side-stepped under the reach of a giant Jamaican “bouncer” who she had called out of the back, and locked myself in the bathroom.  Afterwards, they chased us out, and she screamed at us down the street for a block or two in a thick Jamaican accent.  We hobble-ran our asses down the street as fast as my body would let me.

We both had to sort of pretend that never happened.

I never really let myself grieve the loss of that baby.  I was horribly devastated at first, but we didn’t really talk about it much.  My doctor gave me the go ahead to try again immediately, explaining that I would “super ovulate” and be more likely than ever to get pregnant right after the loss.  It never occurred to me that anything might be wrong, actually wrong.  It was my first loss, and easily chalked up to statistics.  I didn’t feel any distinct sense of hopelessness.

I did super-ovulate and I was pregnant 2 weeks later (with my firstborn, Aiden).  Life went on.

I have to say that except for that awful little blip, the whole thing felt like one pregnancy.  One baby.

At the time.

Now, I think of that baby.  I wish I would have lingered there a little longer.  There was another one before Aiden.  It’s all mixed up together now, all of these memories, just like any memories, and I don’t remember any of it as more than a foggy, distant sensation.  Was I relieved when I got pregnant with Aiden?  Did I still feel sad?  How long until I felt like everything would be fine this time?

And everything was fine that time.  That one time.

I do vaguely remember feeling some sense of relief when the 11 week mark passed with Aiden.  I don’t remember what it felt like up until then.  I waited, mostly, to tell people I was pregnant until the end of the first trimester.  I’ve written about this here, but after the range of experiences I’ve had during pregnancy, I am now a huge advocate for telling whoever you want, whenever you want (and for some this may mean not telling at all, for awhile).  I did this in this last pregnancy and it was life changing.

It seems evident to me that human souls are often full of things that we haven’t ever unpacked.  Memories or trauma from childhood, regret about choices we’ve made, fear of the unknown, the list goes on.  And, more than ever, I believe that we are given opportunities all throughout our lives to go back and figure that shit out.  We may ignore most of these opportunities, but they are always arising.

What did it cost me to move on so quickly, to not allow myself to linger or to grieve?

When we lost Rowan at fullterm, I did go back and unpack.  A bit, anyways.  Suddenly there was not just Aiden but this whole new category of what it meant (and didn’t mean) to be a mother.  Aside from all of the pain and horror of it, there was this new sense of connection to the fragility of life as a whole, and a distinct mingling of my experience with that of others.  In an interesting way, it was also a mingling of this particular experience of loss and pain to other experiences of loss and pain in my own life.  Some were muted in comparison (most) but they all suddenly felt like they had a single, visible thread connecting them.

I felt sad for that first baby.  I felt sad for the 26 year old whose doctor gave an awkward, unfeeling hug to and was told to carry on.  I felt sad for the friends and family who never got to hold the dream of that child with us.  Never got to say goodbye with us.

I still didn’t talk about it, though.  In some ways it was because Rowan was center stage and there was a lot to process.  In other ways I still didn’t fully understand the significance of that first loss.  It was easy to pack it back up and go on ignoring it.

Years later, I would experience another loss at around the same gestational age and it would rock my world.  The first loss had felt, at the time, like the token “statistic”.  Losing Rowan, tragic as it was, felt like a cosmic error but entirely accidental and unprovoked.  This last one, late and unexpected and fully against my intuition, was like a horrible, meditated violation in the night and turned the gentle connecting thread of all these experiences into a heavy tug-of-war rope that I was on the wrong side of.

Now something was wrong.

Now I really had to go back and unpack.

I’m still unpacking, and it feels like every day I am finding another little tidbit, another note stained by cough syrup or sticking obliviously to a pad that has lost it’s backing.  Moving forward with hope and optimism while working on healing old wounds is insanely hard and exhausting work, and it is not usually pretty.

Here are some of the things that I have learned in my own journey of grieving the past.

Let Grief Run it’s Own Course

Sometimes all it takes to go back and process something is a long hike or conversation with a friend, or a single good cry.  Other times, grief is a season – something that you sink into and choose to be present with for however long it takes.  This may depend on what you are processing, your personality, and how unresolved the experience is.  It may also depend on how comfortable you are with sitting in grief.  Be ok with whatever grief is going to ask of you – you may feel ashamed or embarrassed to admit what you are dealing with especially if the experience is in the past.

Letting yourself go back and grieve is usually counter-intuitive because everything in and around us tells us to do the opposite – our culture, our self-defense mechanisms, even our schedules.  We want to move on, we feel like we NEED to move on.  Our people and our lives need us to move on.

The truth is that what we really need is not to move on at all – but to allow ourselves to grieve and to learn to co-exist with this new part of our being that isn’t going anywhere.

Find ways to be present with your grief.  Don’t rush it, but also don’t feel bad when you find yourself easily drawn to other things again.  Trust it.  Your grief knows what you need and knows how to help you through this time.

Don’t Isolate Yourself

We want to feel safe before we can be vulnerable but the scary reality is that we have to be vulnerable first to find safety.  Sadly, sometimes we don’t have a lot of safe people in our lives, but I can tell you that if you do not reach out, you will not get support.  An important part of grieving any kind of loss is avoiding isolation.  While we all need different things during hard times, we do all need support.  We do all need those who love us to show up for us, and a lot of the time they may not know how to do that.

When you are going back to grieve something from the past it’s even harder to reach out – the pain isn’t fresh and understandable to the people around you.  All the more reason you are going to have to choose vulnerability and let people know what you need – they will have absolutely no idea if you don’t let them know.ihadamiscarriage

I am confident that you have more people that want to show up for you than you know.  You may be surprised who does or doesn’t show up – but give them the chance.  Tell them what you need.

I love the work of Dr Jessica Zucker, who started a line of pregnancy loss cards to help people find and offer words of comfort for a subject that is often misunderstood.  The cards are poetic, yet angry and honest.  This isn’t just applicable to pregnancy loss – people often don’t know how to support their loved ones and tools like this can help to open the conversation.

Help Others Grieve

One of the meaningful outcomes of experiencing pain of any kind is the empathy and insight it allows towards others suffering similar (or even radically different) pain.  I am not even remotely suggesting that “it’s all worth it, think of the people you’ll be able to help”, but instead that true comfort can be found in making yourself emotionally available for others in pain.  Not only that, but it can be an extremely therapeutic outlet for processing your own grief.  Reliving experiences from your past and allowing yourself to truly feel the weight and impact of them can be both enhanced and yet made more bearable by the outward posture of sitting with someone else in their pain.  This has been my experience again and again.

Side note: being present for others may not be possible for you at all times, and you may have to protect your heart when you are extra tender.  If you are finding that making yourself available to others who are grieving is continually exhausting instead of life-giving, or if you are doing it just because you think you should, it might be time to take a break and tend your own heart for awhile.  You’ll know when you are ready to reach out again.


Community and connection are among our most basic needs… and we can easily become isolated and unsure of what we can reasonably expect from our friends and family.  When that happens, I believe that we lose confidence in what we have to offer as well.  

Pain and suffering of any kind can be an incredibly connecting experience, and we are all capable and deserving of that connection.

We also deserve the space and freedom to go back and grieve the unattended moments in our pasts – the ones where we lacked the desire, ability or awareness to be fully present and fully affected.

For all that it takes from us, for all that gives to us, for all that it makes way for – here is to grief and it’s rightful place in our lives.

When Things Don’t Go Like They Are Supposed To

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Three weeks ago I woke up deadflowersto slick dark blood, not a lot but enough.

My husband has been with me through darker times than we ever saw coming.  The crisp hotel sheets are still white, but he knows this wail, the one I can’t hold back.

How do you hope when your body has taught you not to?

I was almost 13 weeks pregnant.  Most of our friends and family knew, an expression of the unconditional vulnerability I had committed to – no, felt called to – during the process of trying again after losing Rowan.  We had to try for a few months, not long, but long for my body.  Then, I got pregnant – immediately after releasing some important things that had been causing me a lot of anxiety.  It all felt so timely, so serendipitous.  All you have to do to have a baby is get rid of stress in your life, people – it’s easy!

Why Our Expected Silence In Early Pregnancy May Be Hurting Us

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img (1)Your period is late. You wait a few days, playing it cool. Maybe you’ve been planning this — for months or even years, or maybe you were planning for NOT this and your stomach feels like poison and your future like a cage. Maybe you have the best people in your life or maybe you have The. Worst.

After the obligatory “it’s cool, I’ve never been that regular anyways!!!!” few days without any luck, you hold your pee all day at work or wake up at 5:00am to get that magical concentrated urine sample so you can ace the test and only have to pay $22 to have your fortune told instead of $44.

The plus sign/double line/digital readout doesn’t lie (if your pee was deep yellow enough).