Trigger Warning: Child Loss, Pregnancy Loss
Regardless of whether someone has children, I believe there are more mothers in this world than many are willing to recognize. I see the essence of motherhood in the gentle lunch lady from my high school, the little girl who adores her baby dolls, and the college student cradling a newborn in the church nursery.
The determination of a mother shines through in the young woman anxiously staring at a pregnancy test, willing the second line to appear. And for those women yearning to carry a healthy pregnancy to term, feeling as if they’ve failed time and again—yes, even in those darkest moments, the spirit of motherhood radiates from them.
Since childhood, I’ve always felt a maternal longing deep within me. By a grace I never expected, I now find myself a mother in the conventional sense. But my journey was not without its share of immense sorrow.
Death is no stranger to me. I’ve faced the heartache of losing a pregnancy and buried my four-month-old daughter. I know what these experiences can do to a person and the heavy burden they can impose.
After the loss of my daughter, it felt as if the world around me was moving on, welcoming new families while I was engulfed in grief. My own family had suddenly shrunk overnight, creating a gaping void. This pain birthed intrusive thoughts and emotions I still struggle to admit.
It’s agonizing to force a smile and feign happiness upon hearing yet another pregnancy announcement. Inside, I feel a mix of joy for them and profound sorrow for myself. The weight of these emotions can be overwhelming, and I recognize that rage that seems irrational yet is palpably real. I remember those feelings, and I see you, still navigating that painful, uncharted path.
To me, a mother is defined not just by the children she holds but by the love she yearns to give. Mothers are scattered around us in all forms—some with children in their arms, some wishing for more, and others longing for just one. This unfulfilled longing creates a natural yet unwelcome ache. Our envisioned nurseries, once filled with dreams, are often silent, leaving a void that aches for expression.
Grief is not pretty or polite; it doesn’t always allow for a simple “congratulations.” Sometimes it screams, “Why her and not me?” The intensity can be suffocating. And yes, there are moments of resentment towards those who seem to be effortlessly blessed with the very thing you desire most. Your feelings are valid; they deserve to be acknowledged.
When trying to expand a family, there are no “at leasts.” Instead, you are left with longing and solitude. If no one else tells you this today, please hear me: Pain is pain is pain. It doesn’t adhere to a hierarchy. Acknowledge your loss, even if others downplay it. It’s okay to feel anger and to skip events that trigger your sorrow. Those who truly care will understand, while those who don’t may not have loved you as you deserve.
I won’t sugarcoat your struggles with clichés; we both know they don’t help. So take your time to grieve, but remember, grief is a visitor, not a permanent resident. Even if your pain feels invisible to the world, I see you.
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Summary
This article candidly discusses the emotional turmoil experienced when witnessing pregnancy announcements, especially for those who have faced pregnancy loss. It emphasizes the complexity of motherhood, the validity of grief, and the importance of acknowledging one’s pain. Readers are encouraged to take the time they need to process their feelings while also seeking supportive resources.