I've never had a miscarriage. In fact, I got pregnant on our first try. This never really comes up unless someone trying to get pregnant asks. So I always feel uncomfortable telling them, like they'll think I'm bragging about the quality of my uterus or our superb baby-making powers as a couple. Our story wasn't easy or lacking sadness, and in my probably twisted logic I always feel obligated to buffer my quick path to pregnancy with why we decided to go ahead and try. We were in Pittsburgh, staying in the equivalent of Ronald McDonald housing, when my daughter was conceived. The woman in the room next to us was waiting for a lung transplant and we heard her cough all night. Everyone there was either very sick or supporting someone who was. Everything felt unbearably sad and strange. We were there for weeks with my mother-in-law and her time in the hospital was brutal; then she moved to hospice. I guess our logic was that there's never the right time for anyone to die or to be born, so we tried. I took a test and found out I was pregnant one morning;  my husband's mother died that night. It was amazing but shocking that it happened so fast. It was complex and heavy for my husband and sister-in-law who had now lost both of their parents.

I tip-toed through my pregnancy, fearing if it didn't work out that I would crush this glimmer of light at a dark time. If anything happened I'm sure I would've blamed myself and retraced every wrong step I thought I made. But if I had miscarried it almost certainly would've been out of my control. I feel strange writing about a hypothetical miscarriage, but I'm considering my perspective when it was an actual possibility for us. At that time I was unaware how common they are (roughly 15-20% of confirmed pregnancies). I knew a few women who had miscarriages, but only because someone else told me. So it always seemed like their own private tragedy. I'd never thought to approach them and say, "I'm thinking of you, I'm here for you." So as they hid their grief, I pretended it didn't exist. Most miscarriages happen in the early stages of pregnancy, when we're encouraged not to make any announcement for this exact reason. So as a society we've set up a fairly common, albeit potentially devastating experience, as one we quietly face on our own. 

I'm sure we would've kept a miscarriage to ourselves. Looking back, I can't imagine the two of us trying to make sense of a pregnancy loss in a tiny bubble. Disconnecting ourselves from meaningful perspective, isolating ourselves from the support of friends and family, many with their own stories, would have been extremely unhealthy. But my understanding was that miscarriages are your own secret story. How was I, a grown woman of child-bearing age, so disconnected from reality? 

Why is it normal to ask for support after losing a parent but not a pregnancy?  Is waiting to share the news until the 12 week mark a big part of the problem? Does this make it feel shameful? If no one knew you were pregnant does it make sense to announce that you were and then make them sad? Are we worried people won't know what to say?  Does it make what happened less tangible and real? Regardless of circumstance do women feel guilty because it's our body? Are we afraid we'll be judged for doing something wrong? Do we question the legitimacy of our own response since we're in the dark? Are there just too many questions surrounding it? 

There are so many questions and of course there is no right or wrong way to cope. Knowing that other people struggle doesn't make anyone feel better. But pregnancy loss can be so complex, and understanding you aren't alone can help. When celebrities like Beyoncé share their stories, the outpouring of support and appreciation for such openness shines light on the overwhelming desire to shift the narrative. 

Again, as someone who has never experienced a miscarriage, my view is limited to the conversations I have with other women. But I know if it's something I ever face in the future, I feel more informed after hearing their stories, and I can certainly say I would not hide my own. 

Please check out the first of many interviews here-> Fertility, Loss and Resilience.

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I dog-sat for my neighbor a few years ago. I'd never dabbled in New York City dog-subculture before, so I remember immediately telling my cat-subculture friends how strange it was. In NYC most of us don't have yards, so if you have a dog you have to walk it a few times a day for exercise and other business. My first dog-walking encounter was me facing another human who didn't respond to my 'hello.' We silently stared at the dogs deep sniffing butts for what felt like an eternity. I was invisible. I still remember this? Yes. To be clear, I only did this for a week. But recently as I described the playground scene to a friend without kids, my dog walking experience was the first thing I thought of.

Since we don't have yards we also have to walk our children in NYC, and take them to playgrounds. We stand around with strangers, staring at kids and interacting through them. "Isn't she great at sharing? I like his coat!" You may introduce your child, but probably not yourself. If the parent or nanny isn't on their phone maybe we'll talk about daycare or how dumb it is to bring toys to the playground until your impending doom threshold is met and you have to cut out mid-sentence and save your kid. My daughter is two, so we've been going to certain neighborhood playgrounds enough to see familiar faces, but the interactions are strange and the relationships peripheral. 

Playgrounds are a place for parent and child to let go of some fear. They're a semi-controlled environment to set kids loose and let them navigate obstacles while unpredictable things fly by. Lately I've realized I'm giving my daughter more space when she climbs ladders, and I'm inching back when she gets near open ledges on play structures. I'm more inclined to give her a chance to resolve certain issues before stepping in. Like that boy gnashing his teeth, roaring like a dinosaur, refusing to let any kid go down the slide while his mom's over there on the phone. I'm nourishing her to function in the world on her own. She isn't my pet. 

 

 

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Why some women struggle and fight to get pregnant, why some women can never get pregnant, and why others get pregnant because as Safiya says, "they sneezed," is hard to understand. When you want to have a baby and it isn't working, even when there's a medical explanation, it still doesn't make sense.

"It's unfair. It's depressing. It's expensive. It's exhausting. It's isolating."

Safiya spent years trying to get pregnant as a single mom. Watch the first part of her story HERE

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Sara and I started our conversation talking about fantasy birth plans versus the reality of labor. Sometimes everything aligns and sometimes it's completely different, but for most mothers the outcome is the same; you take your baby home. 

Sara and her husband planned a home birth, "but what ended up happening was so off left-field... nothing could prepare you for it." For Sara, talking about her experience has been part of the healing process. She is candid, insightful, and a joy to watch throughout this series. Watch this part of Sara's story HERE.

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Do guys look at that mom managing three kids all-by-herself at the grocery store in awe of her amazingness? It's 2016 and I want to believe we're way over the heroicness of a dad grocery shopping with three kids all-by-himself, but would I notice him more than a mom?  Most likely yes, and (probably) not because I'm checking papa out, but because it still seems different and refreshing...  Maybe deep down I just want to appreciate our modern approach to raising children on behalf of the generations of women before me. On behalf of my aunt, pregnant with her second child, nauseated, gagging while changing her first child's diaper, when her husband walks by and says, "I feel so sorry for you," and keeps walking.  I'm pretty sure we all know some older papas still kicking it who've never changed a diaper. So even in NYC where we've seen it all, I was curious if it's just sexist little me that still turns my head for dads...

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CategoriesMoms

Hello again! I've been on hiatus, but I'm back and more excited about this project than ever. I'm a mom now, which means I'm a completely different human being... Or am I?  The new That's What She Said Project series features an amazing group of women with very different life stories speaking candidly about motherhood. We explore pregnancy, labor, postpartum identity, breastfeeding, mommy blogs, going back to work, childcare, loss and fear, among many other ups and downs mothers face. 

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