Over the last nine years, I've had eight pregnancies. Two ended in the births of my daughters, Lily (8) and Ella (5). Five have ended in losses between 5 and 16 weeks. Chemical pregnancy, miscarriage, missed miscarriage, ectopic pregnancy, and late miscarriage are all part of my history. Finally, my 8th and final pregnancy, brought us our baby boy, Will, who has Down syndrome.
With the loss of Olivia at 16 weeks on October 5, 2014, I turned to writing as a way to work through the challenges.
There’s a feeling I’ve had that’s hard to pinpoint. Is it humiliation? Embarrassment? What I finally realized is that I feel watched. I feel exposed. I feel conspicuous.
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