Browsing the "miscarriage" Tag

Mind

Smash It ‘Til You Break

May 17th, 2022 | by Naomi Racz

Content note: depression, suicide, pregnancy loss Smashing It Smashing it meant starting a career transition in the midst of first


Loss

Bad Juju

September 1st, 2021 | by Denise Massar

How could I have been so stupid? So smug? You couldn’t let the universe know when you were flying high


Loss

Crescent

June 30th, 2020 | by Becca Rose Hall

There’s more sex where that came from, says your daddy, and of course we’ll try again. Nothing is wrong; it is only sad. Nature believes in redundant abundance.


Loss

On Brevity

March 24th, 2020 | by Dana Robinson

I recalled the joyous phone calls of only a few months before, as I steeled myself to dial those same numbers, but with a very different message this time


Loss

In the Fire

February 20th, 2020 | by Cheryl Klein

Repetition is part of understanding. But it is a little bit torturous to have to tell your child the story of your mother’s cremation again and again.


Loss

Holding Breath

April 30th, 2019 | by Shannon Brescher Shea

Lying on a hospital examination table, shivering despite the thin blanket draped over me, I stared at the ceiling and


Body

Immaculate Assumptions: Food Babies I Have Carried

February 19th, 2019 | by Cheryl Klein

There was a guy I flirted with in English class, and I stayed awake at nights worrying maybe I was a dyke, but that was the extent of my sex life. If it was possible to be negative-pregnant, that was me



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  • “Having my adult child at home has changed how we relate to each other. I have to keep reminding myself that I am no longer in charge of his life.” “Back when Dylan was 16 and should have been getting his driver’s license, he had brain surgery. Dylan has epilepsy. My husband and I lived in the hospital for two weeks. We were eating salads that my in-laws brought, a break from cafeteria food. #nicu #birth #breathe “My grandmother, the wildest woman I knew, never met my second child. Zayne Heather Logan passed away shortly before my own miracle entered the world.” “Just the day before I had been twelve years old and pregnant. Now I was recovering from the abortion. Only a year before that, in what felt like my body’s ultimate betrayal, I got my first period. It had come regularly every month since until it didn’t and I was nauseous every day. Even though I’d had sex for the first time just a few weeks before, it didn’t occur to me that I could be pregnant.” “I didn’t know if I would look back on this as the moment I met my son, or if it would become the memory of cradling someone else’s son in my arms—kissing his brand-new forehead, whispering congratulations, and then placing him back in the arms of his mother, never seeing either of them again.” “Their baby books sat waiting to be updated with their latest milestones. I’d become a ghostwriter, setting aside my own journal to document their days. It dawned on me: I’d been crowded out of my own home. Even worse, I’d participated in my own disappearance.” Write for us! Get all the details at muthamagazine.com. In our newest Ask a MUTHA installment, MUTHAs share their thoughts on how abortion access has affected their lives.

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