and I can comment again, thanks to Kennon
How are all of you?!
I will report more if/when I get gold again. I might just read your stuff and keep my mouth shut.
I can't wait to deliver books to the hospital! :)
We're only $290 from our goal. If you can give, even if it seems like a small amount, PLEASE DO. :) See below for the link.
Today is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day.
I have not suffered such a loss personally, but my heart aches for the mamas who have.
I remember sitting at my paternal grandparents' kitchen table in their smoky apartment when my grandma mentioned in passing that she had a miscarriage before my oldest uncle was born. Doing the math now as an adult, it makes sense: she was married almost 2 years before my dad's oldest brother was born, and this was before birth control as it is known today. (She was Catholic anyway, so chances are she wouldn't have used it, but that's neither here nor there for the purpose of my story.) *Of course* there was a baby before him.
I was 7 that day. It was the last summer she was alive. I don't know why she mentioned such a thing in passing to her granddaughter. I know that I have been an old soul most of my life and have heard and observed and learned things sometimes at much too early of an age in part because I paid attention. My grandma's health was already not good by that point, and she spent much of her time at home. Maybe she was lonely and was just remembering and thinking aloud. It felt more like she was talking to me, though. I don't know.
When she was alive, my maternal grandma shared that she was pretty sure she lost a twin when my oldest uncle was born. She was very sure of this loss, pretty much from the time of the birth, but never had proof.
Both of these lovely women who each contributed to my DNA shared this sort of loss in a time when no one really talked about it.
I am thankful that today women who endure such, men who endure such, families who endure such are able to process relatively openly and to heal.
There are a lot of ways in which progress in our society and its desire for openness have not been healthy. I believe this is one of the healthiest ways we have progressed.
Peace and healing to all who have suffered. I love you.