I talk about her
I talk about my daughter. I mention her when I think it’s appropriate to mention it. I talk about my pregnancy, and my delivery. I don’t talk about it when it’s totally out of context or not relevant, but I bring her up. She was my baby, I was pregnant, and I refuse to act as though that’s not just as relevant as any other woman’s experience. I’m mortified when I read the blogs of other baby loss moms who feel that they can’t talk about their babies or the pregnancies. It would be horrible to me if my co-workers couldn’t handle references to my experience without grace and understanding.
My daughter is part of my reality. I wish more than anything that I had more reasons to talk about her, I wish I had new reasons every day, month and year. But she is my first baby, she was my first pregnancy, and the experience of carrying and delivering and losing her has been the most life-altering experience I’ve ever had. (And I’ve had a few.)
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