As an adult, I don't remember the last time I experienced grief...or at least experienced grief so large that forces you to mourn. So, this last week has been an eye opener for me. There really are phases to grief!
In addition to the list below, I'd like to add rage and bitterness - "If one more person reminds me that this just means the baby wasn't progressing normally, I'll scream!"
Denial -
"I'm not really having a miscarriage...no one in my family has miscarriages"
"I'm 29 and healthy...there's no way this is what's happening"
Anger -
In the doctor's office hearing some other woman fill out her paperwork:
Her: "My due date is November 20th"
Me: Bitch
Bargaining -
"God - It doesn't matter to me how this baby comes out...you know I'd love it anyway!"
Depression -
"My parents were so happy when we told them, and it crushed me to have to call and tell them. I wanted to apologize for what was happening"
Acceptance -
Stay tuned
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I was going to say something, but I wasn't really sure what to say that wouldn't sound stupid or something cliche-y. Sooo, this girl in my Bible study just had a kid and another one is expecting and I got pissed off because I want one. and I don't even get to TRY to make one. and my dipsh*t friends could find out anyday that they're pregnant because ya know , and they don't even know how they feel about having kids... but I don't even get to even try. I guess I can throw the word 'yet' on there, but I'm insisting on staying stuck in self-pity today. It's just like that today. Anything else I'd say that I really do mean like I'm praying for you, I want to give you a hug... sounds stupid right now.
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