Since 2002, October 15th has been set aside for observance of Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day. Most people do not even know such a day exists. It’s not exactly the kind of day you want to be “celebrating.”
But for those of us who have experienced the devastating loss of a pregnancy or an infant, it’s another day (because goodness knows we think of it more than once a year) to remember the tiny lives that forever changed ours.
Lying on an exam table watching the face of an ultrasound tech who is trying to find heartbeats that aren’t to be found is a memory that doesn’t fade easily. The stabbing pain I felt in my own breaking heart was overwhelming. The only relief I found was in curling up in the classic position of that which I’d lost…burying myself in a pile of blankets. For days. Sometimes feeling nothing. Other times feeling like I was drowning in sorrow.
I hug the children I have here with me and remember those I never had a chance to hug. I spend today considering ALL of my blessings.
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