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The level of selfishness these women who mourn miscarriages possess is unsurpassed by few things I have ever come into contact with in my five decades on this planet. Below are excerpts from their "stories" and my thoughts in red:1) My Sister Stole My Baby...She didn’t really steal my baby of course, but because she announced she was pregnant less than a month after my miscarriage, it feels that way.She was conceiving while my baby was dying. I love my sister dearly, and I wish her all the best, but
it pains me to hear others congratulating her – and expecting me to join in – knowing that they would have congratulated me the same way.....We all grieved terribly when my niece was born prematurely & died a few days later. I tell myself that this miscarriage is different, that I have no right to expect others to grieve like I do. Yet I did lose a child. I did give birth, just so very early that it’s not considered giving birth. I hope my sister gets to hold more than a bit of blood & tissue in her hands....One day I will stop feeling so angry & jealous....
So, she is mourning over a late period and her sister actually gave birth and her baby died, yet she's angry and jealous because she isn't oohed and aahed over because the death of her sister's child trumps the expulsion of her bloody clump? This is the epitome of selfish and undeniably Moo.down
2) Swallowed UpIt’s been a few weeks since we lost our baby while I was at 17 weeks pregnant. I’m back to work now, facing a coworker who is due the same day I was, and shakily looking at the ground as
I avoid her, unable to let my eyes run over her growing belly and the life that is thriving inside her.... The other day, a parent of one of our students asked how I was feeling, and when I told her “OKâ€, she told her daughter, “She’s going to have a babyâ€. I bit my lip and looked at her, shook my head, no. My eyes welled up and I dashed to another room to gasp in air, tears hot on my face, grief engulfing me, frustration pounding at my soul.... I cry in the shower, I cry in the kitchen, I stare out the window, feeling numb.... all the sadness I had faced was forming a giant wave. The wave crested and crashed down on me and I couldn’t seem to stand up, I couldn’t get my footing and breathe. I couldn’t find the surface. This pain was fresh. It felt brand new, like a healing scab torn off and sprinkled with salt. Rubbed with salt. And lit on fire......I fear these moments are waiting in the wings to spring upon me, smother me anew in a nightmare
God, could she BE any more dramatic? She miscarried at 17 weeks and likely wasn't even in the belly rubbing stage yet, she took several weeks off from work, and she's still knee deep in the throes of depression, and for what? This Moo-Miscarriage Grief nonsense has always been a puzzler to me. How do they "mourn" the death of an actual person, I wonder? From what I have seen, they don't mourn the deaths of actual people nearly as deeply as clump loss and the only reasons I can think of is the person wasn't physically part of them and that loss didn't also include the loss of attention, showers, and casseroles.3) Pregnancy Equals Life. Miscarriage Equals Life Never ExistedAt least half of that statement is correct!I just saw a post for a pregnancy announcement with an ultrasound picture and my due date. It hit me really hard, not just because I don’t have my baby anymore, but
because it seems like to everyone else, their life never existed Yet, here is a picture of another life that was created at the same time and is still growing and thriving and that is a beautiful thing to me.The congrats and hopes for that baby are in abundance. While my baby has died, my only hope is that people acknowledge the life that was there.
No, she isn't the least bit happy anyone else's loaf is still baking and it's painfully obvious. WHY is it so important for "the village" to acknowledge her clump was a "life". Are they to look at her co-worker's ultrasound tacked up on her computer and exclaim, "Congratulations on your clump still thriving! Oh, by the way Moo-less, we realize your loaf was once baking and now isn't and we offer up our condolences"?? ....Along with the 4 other losses we’ve had, I still cry for these children, miss and long for them. My children cry for them, look at ultrasounds and wish they had their sister and other sisters and brothers....We wondered what their hair and eye color would be, boy or girl? Names? or what their personalities would be like.
We never got the over abundance of congrats, or loving support while expecting instead we got… “Let’s not get too excited, she’ll probably miscarry again†or †what are you thinking telling too soon!?“What was I thinking? I was thinking I want to share the joy I have for this child being alive at this moment — knowing how fleeting and precious life is. I wanted to enjoy and share every minute of it. That was my choice, I never asked for opinions, just to be allowed to be excited and happy for what we were blessed with.
What IS it with these cows wanting everyone they come into contact with to pat them on their backs, congratulate them, mourn with them, etc.......? That her other kids lament when they look at the ultrasounds of the dead loaf and long for a brother or sister is ABSURD. WHO puts little kids through any unnecessary BULLSHIT like that? As for the commentary by others regarding her unbaked loaf-loss, they are probably just SICK AND TIRED of all her nonsensical prattle each and every time the stick produces two alleged pink lines. :BS
4) 5 Late Periods and 1 Half Baked Loaf Loss....and no doubt counting...I have had six sweet children, but all of them have died. Five of them died in the first trimester, which is suppose to be understandable. I don’t understand it at all. Our fifth child, our baby boy, died at 33 weeks. It was such a heart break, so, so sad. He is our one, he was suppose to be the one that lived to make our family, but not in this life. I only
pray that I can have the one that survives to help create our family. Love to you and your sweet little family, here and in heaven.
After SIX miscarriages, doesn't she realize that maybe it's "God's will" she remains unchilded, at least with a bio-loaf? I guess if she can't carry one of these self replicants to term eventually, then she won't ever have that "family" she hopes to "create", since a spouse, parents, siblings, and no other people in her life, including the many children she COULD adopt, don't count as "family". God, how I LOATHE the cows who think loaf=famblee. ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- -------
If YOU are the "exception" to what I am saying, then why does my commentary bother you so much?
I don't hate your kids, I HATE YOU!