TW this post talks about depression.
Yesterday on a work call I had to listen to two colleagues talk about how one of their partners, who is pregnant, was “getting big”. I tried to keep my face neutral as jealousy, anger and deep keening sorrow rose up.
Later I took Santi for a walk and sobbed into the cold air at the empty park.
They don’t warn you about this part. They don’t warn you about the place between miscarriage and what comes after, where your arms and belly are empty, before other children, when you’re just missing the baby you lost.
So many friends have written me from their “after”, and I have taken comfort in their rainbows, in their joy.
But right now, that’s not my story. Right now all I want is Georgie back. I want my baby. It seems like the world has moved on, and I’m still here at the metaphorical gravestone.
I am taking care of myself. I am sewing and exercising and drinking enough water and taking my medication. A friend sent me a care package with stories from other women who have lost babies called, “Through, not around.” That’s very much where I am right now. I’m in it, and I have to keep walking through, one foot in front of the other, as best I can.
I thought about waiting to write this until I was in my after, so I could tell you about how it gets better, about how we got our rainbow and are so happy now. But there are plenty of places where you can read that part of the story. Instead, I’d like to share some things I am experiencing, or have experienced, during this in between:
- Depression: I searched “post-partum depression + miscarriage” and found almost nothing, which is so frustrating. Obviously postpartum depression after miscarriage is understandably very common. I have a generalized anxiety disorder, and while switching medication shortly after my miscarriage, experienced a short period of deep and terrifying depression. Put bluntly, there were moments when I wanted to die and be with my baby. This kind of depression needs to be treated. If this is where you are, please talk to your doctor, or find a doctor that can help. I’m so grateful that my meds have started making a difference in this area, and the grief I go through now feels more measured, instead of something that swallows me whole. I am also thankful that I wasn’t physically alone when I was going through those days. Rolo was and is my rock through all of this.
- Body changes: The first time I tried to exercise after my miscarriage, I was shocked at how little stamina I had. I am slowly building it up, but not putting a lot of pressure on myself. It is hard to see my tummy flatten so quickly, and yet it still lacks the muscle tone I had just a few months ago. A few minutes of a workout video a day, my walks with Santi, and some semi-regular yoga really help me feel better connected to my body as it has changed from pregnant to not.
- Low Self-esteem: I am generally a fairly confident person when it comes to appearance. This is in large part thanks to my parents, and also because I am a person in a straight-sized, socially acceptable body. But post-miscarriage I have felt lower about myself than I have in a long time. I combat this by the above mentioned exercise (yay endorphins!), highlighting my own hair (going back to my childhood blonde always makes me feel like myself), and taking part in the 100 Day wool& dress challenge, which you can learn about here. Intentionally getting dressed every day, but not having the decision fatigue of deciding what to wear, has brought out my creativity and helped me worry a lot less about what my body looks like.
- Jealousy and anger: Like I mentioned above, pregnant friends, colleagues or even strangers I see are a huge trigger. Miscarriage is common, but it’s still kept so silent that there is a huge sense of “Why me?” to the experience. Why am I one of the few? Why did I have to go through this trauma? Why do they have it so easy? I don’t have any easy answers about this as it’s just something I have to let myself feel. But gratitude and awareness have helped me- gratitude for the things I DO have, like Santi, my wonderful Rolo, my dear friends and family, a beautiful home, good food, warm and comfortable clothes, and time for myself when I need it. It also helps me to remember that everyone is experiencing or has experienced their own heartache. Even if it’s not my particular pain, or at this particular time, life can be cruel to anyone. You just never know, so kindness goes a long way. When I can’t manage to be kind, I remain neutral or remove myself from the situation. I know I can’t give from an empty basket, and drawing boundaries is something I’ve had to learn to do.
I’ve had many, many good days in the month and a half since we lost Georgie, but I’ve also had really hard ones that have made the time pass so slowly. It feels like it has been much longer than it has, which is a good reminder to myself that it’s ok that my body and heart and mind are still healing from this trauma and loss. As women we put so much pressure on ourselves to be ok, to do the damn thing, to keep calm and carry on. I refuse to. It’s ok to not be ok, and right now that’s where I am.