An Infertility/Loss Essay
This very moving essay about stillbirth and infertility and gardening begins: “A childless friend of mine recalled a time at the grocery store when she locked eyes with a baby in a shopping cart. She said a sharp pain rose up inside her—that it felt like slamming her finger in a car door.”
With so many things in life, you can avoid X by not doing Y, but with those infertility and loss feelings, you cannot stop encountering reminders because those reminders are woven into every aspect of society.
It’s like the separate waiting room discussion from weeks ago.
It’s a gorgeous essay, and you should read it in full because I think a lot of it will resonate.
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This was wonderful, Mel — thanks for sharing!
Thank you for sharing. <3
Oh… this was wonderful. I loved the gardening. I loved her thoughts. And this: “As unappealing as these words for infertility are, I’m welcoming perimenopause with a sigh of relief. As my fertility wanes, so does my anger.” I feel that so much. I was insanely happy when I had my uterus taken from my body, because it meant a definitive end to possibility of any kind. This was a gorgeous essay, thank you for finding it and sharing.
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