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Parents of lost babies and potential of all kinds: come here to share the technicolour, the vividness, the despair, the heart-broken-open, the compassion we learn for others, having been through this mess — and see it reflected back at you, acknowledged and understood.
Thanks to photographer Xin Li and to artist Stephanie Sicore for their respective illustrations and photos.
We have started telling friends and family because, quite frankly, I need other people to remind me to be happy about this, and we need our loved ones to help us carry this, like they've helped us carry our grief. After an early loss and a neonatal loss, I know better than to think there is a magic safe zone.
Further, I have no energy for pretense, even the very normal pretense of not being pregnant when you are, in fact, pregnant. It takes energy to act normal in the world most days, and adding this on top of grief means that I am preoccupied at best, and on the verge of losing it at worst.
I have had moments of joy and peace with this pregnancy so far, but mostly vast swaths of time when I'm consumed by fear and anxiety. I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying. I know this baby deserves a healthy, happy mama, just like Ezra did. I am glad that, if all goes well, I have 30ish weeks to become that healthy, happy person again.