There Are No Words

First, let me begin this post by reassuring family and friends that my baby is absolutely fine. He’s big and healthy and kicking away as I type this. In as little as 6 weeks, I’ll get to meet this little man but I wanted to take a moment to recognize that not everyone is so lucky.

In October 1988, President Ronald Reagan declared October National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month saying, “When a child loses his parent, they are called an orphan. When a spouse loses her or his partner, they are called a widow or widower. When parents lose their child, there isn’t a word to describe them.” 

This week, a friend of mine shared some sad news with me. The loss of a child- whether just a couple weeks in utero or a grown adult- is an unbearable loss. There are no words I can offer. Nothing I can say. Even the status of my own pumpkin-sized midsection in his vicinity strikes me with guilt now. I know he’s sincerely happy for me, but how could it not haunt him?

I don’t mean to diminish anyone’s current pregnancy joy or throw anyone’s painful memory to the forefront but my blog is a place for me to share and this news rocked me to my core this week. So my heart goes out to my friend and to anyone struggling with this sort of grief- as I’m sure it’s a life-long struggle- I wish nothing but peace and joy for you and your families.

For more information on National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month, please visit October15th.com.

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