Moving on

It’s been a month since the miscarriage, and what I thought was me handling it was actually me burying it and waiting for it to disappear from memory. The problem with burying something is that it demands a large portion of control…which is tested when things go wrong and man did things go wrong last month. For every fault, the cracks in the facade start to show and it becomes a lot harder to pretend like everything is okay.

Part of me feels angry that I care at all

It was only 6 weeks. But I think I do. I know I do. I’m angry because we had plans, our families had plans. I’m angry because getting pregnant is not easy, as some people seem to make it out to be. And I’m angry that I had to learn that the hard way. And the newborn shoot I did last week was a kick in the gut; getting my period was a sh*t show, and then having someone at Rosie’s playgroup ask me when I was having another one was just another moment when I had to simply smile and nod.

So, instead of throwing myself straight back into work, ignoring any potential feelings, I should have taken some time to rest, because right now I get a few moments when I feel like I’m drowning and all the lifelines that are being thrown at me just keep slipping through my hands.

Worst still, by trying to hold back emotion, I became really angry and the only person who I could direct it at without a restraining order was Mr H so he got the full brunt of this hurricane.

People are pretty bad in a tragedy

The miscarriage has definitely been an eye-opener in terms of defining friendships – knowing who has got your back – and seeing who is just offering lip service, or lack of any service. When I broke the news, there was a lot of condolences, many from people who don’t owe me anything and that was truly touching.  Beautiful stories of similar situations were sent to me and reading them helped me connect to so many other women…as well as give me the right words to describe my own confusing emotions.

Then there was the stupid advice, the insensitive remarks, or the “Oh, I didn’t know/why didn’t you tell me?” comments which made me seriously bite my tongue because a) why would you have known, you’re not God and b) why are you making this about you?

It’s truly an art to be able to comfort someone, and it did make me further realize that empathy is either a gift that you are born with or a trait that you gain after experiencing a personal trauma – not everyone has it – I also know that I still like to box emotion, so getting some feeling out of me is trickier than trying to explain Pythagoras Theorem using hand puppets. However, I’ve realized now that those who get me know this, and we should all have close relationships which give us space to be, which make us feel safe, un-judged, and call us out when we need to be open – My mum made me cry after it happened because, after not wanting to speak to her for a week, I got in touch, apologized, and told her that I just needed to find out if I was okay. Her response was, “No problem, I know how you roll.” You just can’t beat having that in your corner, knowing that you never need explain yourself.

I’m definitely looking forward to a break from everything in December, though I do wish I was heading to England for the month just to collapse on my Mum’s couch and watch old Poirot episodes but, I know everything will be fine. It always is. Eventually.


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  • Reply Mariska Goussard December 5, 2017 at 8:45 am

    You are so right: empathy really is a gift. From harsh experience the last four years I came to realise that most people really have NO idea how to sympathise without somehow turning the focus on themselves. I think traumatic situations make people very uncomfortable as they are not skilled in what to say/not say and then the first thing they offer is unsolicited advice. Most of the time with good intentions of course, but it irks me every single time. That’s why I made it an absolute mission to learn how to sympathise and emphasise correctly. It is literally always better to say as little as possible and avoid saying things that could hurt this person that is already down and out while trying to hold it together. Sadly this doesn’t seem to be quite as common/default as it should be and I totally understand your frustration with it.

    I am really sending you lots of love/hugs, I am thinking of you and I hope you will have a good break over the holidays.


  • Reply Leigh December 6, 2017 at 6:18 am

    I’m so sorry for your loss Shante. I don’t know your personally, nor have I experienced the loss of losing a baby but I can sympathize with you as a women and a mom who knows all too well how excited we get from the moment we see that faint line on a stick. The loss has to be the hardest and I pray you find peace day by day. I salute you for Sharing your story so bravely xxxx

  • Reply Shante Hutton December 18, 2017 at 6:38 am

    Thank you so much for your kind words Leigh, I truly appreciate them. xxx

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