I hesitate to write this as I've had so much amazing support in my life and here since my loss. I want to preface this by saying I appreciate anyone reaching out and being there even if they don't know what to say or end up saying something that isn't necessarily right for me. This is tough. I get that. A big thank you to all the brave souls who have stepped forward and let me know I am not alone. That above all is the most important thing.
Many people have told me that I am so strong. While I appreciate that they see strength in my response to our loss, this wasn't a choice and I really don't want to have to be strong. I'm a helper. I tend to try to be there for others even when I'm crumbling. I need people to tell me that it's okay to fall apart for a bit. That maybe there's a raw beauty in being vulnerable. That I can feel whatever it is I'm feeling and that I seem so strong but maybe I need to let down the walls a bit instead. Maybe it's odd to react that way to such a nice compliment, but the reaction is there all the same.
Some have also helped me to look forward to remember there's hope and that I probably will still be a mom one day. This is important, but it is also important for me to take some time to grieve the baby I had and lost. The next pregnancy will be wonderful, but it cannot replace the one I had. I also want to find that balance where this pregnancy doesn't overshadow the next. It's a tough struggle in my head. I'm not sure what you could say to honor that, but those are the thoughts I have when the next pregnancy is mentioned. Others have also said that it will happen for me when it's right...but this pregnancy was sooo right...sooo perfect. I don't want to think of this pregnancy and the baby that we lost as bad or wrong. Everything was so wonderful...just short lived. The next time will be perfect and right too (and hopefully healthier), but that already happened for me once...we made a baby...we met our gremlin...and it cannot be erased.