Ok, there have been a lot of parts that could be called “the hardest part”, depending on what time you are looking at… but this is the one I’ve been hung up on so much lately, and the one that has affected me most overall.
It’s been a month and a half now since the miscarriage and I’m still stuck on this, though I’m also being careful to let myself feel it, rather than bottling it up or telling myself to “get over it”… I know myself well enough to know if I do that I’ll end up having to deal with it later, and having it be a lot worse.
I don’t know how I know, especially since I wasn’t far enough along for this to have been decided yet (as far as hormones and all that, I know according to christians this had all ready been decided according to Psalms) but I just know that if the pregnancy had continued we would have found out I was pregnant with a boy… well… I would have given birth to a boy if the pregnancy had gone to term… we don’t want to know gender until birth, so we wouldn’t have found out until the baby was born, but yes… I was pregnant with a baby boy… and it just hurts. The first miscarriage still gets me from time to time, but this one has affected me so much more profoundly because of so many things, and the knowing the gender thing, that’s a huge one!
I had actually held this in for awhile already. I mean that I didn’t share it with anyone, not even E, for about the first month after the miscarriage. Finally, since I was still grieving daily, and just really hurting about all of it, I told him. I had kept it from him because I knew it wouldn’t affect him like it did me (and I was right… but I knew it wouldn’t because these miscarriages haven’t affected him as much either, I’ve asked him a few times…. probably bugged him quite a bit, because I wanted to make sure he wasn’t bottling) and he wouldn’t get it. I kept it from everyone else because I didn’t feel right sharing that with other people if E didn’t even know. Finally a couple weeks ago I just had to share it with E because I knew that it was really holding me back on my grieving to not share. And since I’ve shared with two close friends. Now I’m sharing it with everyone who knows about the miscarriages, because as I open up more I feel myself slowly moving on. I still am grieving, and this is still really affecting me, but I no longer think of the miscarriage daily. Sometimes I even go two or three days without thinking about what happened. I don’t go longer than that, and it’s usually just a day or maybe two between thoughts, but it’s progress.
I think what really needs to happen is for E and I to pick a name for him. I don’t know why, I just think that would help as well… probably because this knowing the gender thing is making it harder on me and it feels like there is a little boy’s soul out there somewhere with no name. /shrug I don’t know. It’s just how I feel. I also want to do some type of memorial thing for both miscarriages… probably a scrapbook page or something. I like Sonja’s idea of a display box with her memorial stuff in it (shown with the altar thing she did for her hyst anniversary), but it’s not quite something I would do, and I think a scrapbook page, and displaying the memorial/care package we received from Yaya elsewhere is more fitting for me/us. I think all of that would really help me heal. I don’t know what name we’ll choose for this baby (we didn’t choose one for the first miscarriage, but the pregnancy wasn’t as far along, and I haven’t had as many attached feelings there as I have with this one) but I think it’s a good idea. I want to keep the name we’ve picked in the case we have a son for if we actually have a live son later on. I have some potential names picked out, but want to talk to E about them first.
I am healing, and I’ll continue to heal, but I think all of this would really help with the grieving and healing processes, as I’ve said. We shall see what happens.