What I Want You to Know
It did not happen because of something I did.
It was not God’s will.
It doesn’t make me feel any better when you speculate on why it happened.
I hate the term “try again”.
It’s okay for me to cry.
It’s not better or worse that my pregnancy wasn’t further along.
I don’t want to be told it was for the best.
I want to define it in my own way, not always in line with the “medical” terms.
I want you to check-in with me, but not be offended when I don’t answer.
My living children don’t make up for my lost children.
Don’t tell me to be grateful for what I have, it stifles my grieving process.
I have good days and I have bad days. Yes, even years later.
I wish you remembered their birthday.
I want you to say their name.
No, I am not over it.
Yes, I am still grieving.
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