My dreams are crashing down and I feel that all eyes are on me, on my fertility, family history, my genetic hand. I am told that it’s not my fault. They all claim that, hoping I will believe that a child’s death inside of me is insignificant. My mind reaches out to grasp for an answer. I am quieted by the vastness of the unknown, my breath sucked out of me from the vacuum of space. My only comfort is time passed.
A miscarriage is really hard. I'm so sorry you've had to go through that Maria. No matter how common it is, it never changes the fact that you wanted that baby. I was totally crushed when it happened to us.
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry, Maria. I can't imagine how hard this must be for both you and Dusty. I'll be thinking of you.
ReplyDeleteYour writing is superb. You aptly express the thoughts that hesitate in many others of us.
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