I Lost A Baby, Too
I’ve been grieving My whole life So— There is some Parallel Grief taking over. The most immediate pain: I can’t Even Say The Word How can Someone Celebrate An abortion?
I Was Supposed To
“I was supposed to be sick for 9 weeks as my body worked to create you, I was supposed to get pregnant and now I need to let you go”
My Secret Menorah Poem
“I am a single woman with a very close friend that has gone through and is currently going through infertility and loss. I am with her on this journey and she sent me the poem.”
I’m Tired
“I’m tired of being poked and prodded. I’m tired of sharing my medical history yet again. I’m tired of throwing money down the drain. I’m tired of not being able to breathe. I’m so tired.”
Finding Me
“I struggled to be in met o feel all of me to hold me i forgot me i couldn’t be me i lost me i lost me in the dark night silencedby him i lost me when my body was no longer mine”
“What Do I Want?”
“What do I want? I want to be free of pain. The pain of wanting to be pregnant but not knowing if it will ever happen.”
I’m His Mother
Sending love to everyone today, whether your babies are here or there, in your arms or still in your minds. “Tonight I remember... It will stay with me forever...”
Grief Looks Like
““Grief looks like seeing the bottom of a pint of Ben & Jerrys in one sitting. Grief looks like crying in bed for hours on end. Grief looks like laughing with a group of friends.”
Hiding In My Bed
“I've been down this route before but every single time my soul dies a little more And the world keeps on turning And somehow I will move on.”
Who Holds Space for the Birthkeeper
Who Holds Space for the Birthkeeper “Placing your hands on a beautiful, round belly and feeling movement inside While feeling a sudden stillness in your own womb”
Don’t Call Me Strong
“I’d rather never be called strong or resilient again By never having to prove I haven’t yet been broken Does it prove weakness when your strength is not tested.”
If You Only Understood
Sharing two pieces. The first talks about one woman’s personal account of her infertility and the second talks about the pain one feels when others get pregnant.
Just One Word: Sad
What happens when you’re longing and longing, and the rainbow still isn’t here? And each day feels like the very possibility is slipping through your fingers?
Simchat Torah & Infertility
“Simchas Torah So many emotions surround this day. A day we celebrate torah. Fathers dance with their kids. Round and round the bimah. Holding torah scrolls.”
Life With Grief
Huge thanks to this anonymous follower for giving us a glimpse into her world over the last few weeks. 💔 (some details have been changed to protect her anonymity)
Why Won’t You Come
We are so grateful for this community and appreciate when you share your writings with us. This poem depicts the pain experienced along an infertility journey.
Please Keep Showing Up
“Some people said the worst, but also got it right. So don’t worry about offending. Just take the leap, the jump. And please keep showing up.”
I’ve Been Thinking of You
Having a stillborn is one of the most unimaginable things someone can go through. But when you ignore their pain or don’t mention their baby, you make them feel like you don't care.
Thick Skin
“Thick skin When she says "I'm pregnant," and you fake a smile All while she babbles about Morning sickness and Setting up a nursery and She never thinks of you.”
Something Feels Wrong
Sometimes we don’t have the words to explain how we are feeling. Or there are too many emotions to pinpoint one at any given moment. We just ask that you keep showing up for yourselves.