People keep asking, "How do you feel?".
Usually, I don't feel like answering the question. In fact, I never want to answer the question. It's not a question with a simple answer; and it barely has an answer.
My typical response is, "hopeful."
People must sigh with relief when they hear this response. It's clean, it's cut, and it's dry. People don't have to worry about tears, or an onslaught of emotions for which they are unprepared (and sincerely dreading)
People smile when they hear this response, clinging to the thought that we are looking into the future and perhaps moving beyond our past.
But what they don't realize is...
What other response can I give?
If there's no hope, what is left?
Grieving the loss of a fetus at 20 weeks gestation. Seeking answers to a multitude of questions including, "why us?", in what is currently an abyss of darkness and silence. As a molecular geneticist I feel let down by the area I have instilled so much faith, and as a woman who thought she would be a mother, I am grieving the loss of my innocence and naiveté about pregnancy. I love comments, even anonymous ones. Please feel free to post comments, even if it's simply a nod.
Showing posts with label loss of a child. Show all posts
Showing posts with label loss of a child. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)