I am not really a crier.
Sure, I am theatrical and emotional as hell but if actual tears flow there is a problem. Sure, they flow more freely since I discovered my pregnancy, but still…I don’t do it often.
I’m crying for a friend. A sweet friend that was due within days of me. A friend that I was so excited to have expanding belly shot linkage going back and forth between our blogs as our waists got thicker together. I had lost Matthew and she had suffered a previous miscarriage, so these pregnancies were huge blessings for both of us.
Yesterday, the worst happened.
Lotus, aka “Sarcastic Mom” lost her baby.
I want to write something profound, but all I can do is sit here and cry and feel pain for her loss.
I am undone for her and her family.
I feel and felt the same way when I heard.
Heart-breaking.
Me too sweetie. So unfair. My heart really goes out to her.
Thanks for mentioning it, I had read her blog a while back, but not since. Glad to know so I can be praying for her.
Hope you’re feeling well and that things are going well with your little one.
I understand completely. My heart aches for her.
My prayers go out to her.
I think her knowing you understand and care is all she needs. Sometimes, we don’t need words.
I remember after Daughter was born, I had another miscarriage before Son. That made 10 miscarriages. This one was into the second trimester and I was more devastated than before. I had seen what I (with a little male genetic help) could do, and the fact that I couldn’t do it again made it very painful.
I had an amazing Obstetrician. He quietly sat on my gurney as they were prepping me for surgery and told me that statistically only 40% of pregnancies result in a live birth. He said that while that statistic sounded harsh at the moment, he wanted me to consider that my body was telling me that there was something wrong with the growing life inside me. My body was waiting for something perfect. And 13 months later, Son in all his perfection was born; healthy and beautiful. Somehow, the words that the OB spoke made it all make sense. And now, as I am heartbroken for Son and his heartbreak, it is soooo worth waiting for that perfection to come.
So I’ll sit here and weep, you sit there and weep and we will hope to let the ones who need to know; we care!
I came over here from Lotus’ comments. I feel the same way, it just broke my heart in a million pieces, I just knew this would all be ok for her. I have had 3 miscarriages, one as late as her and it is, as you know, mind boggling. All we can do is sit and wait and listen and hug and cry and help her pick up the pieces as best we can in cyber space.
I am heartbroken for her, and I don’t know or read her. This is just so devastating and awful. I am sending her (and you) love and prayers and hugs.
I can feel my heart right now just jumping out of my chest.
Awful. And so unfair.
I really don’t know what else to say.
This brings back such painful memories, and my heart breaks for her. It has been over a year since I lost my little one at eleven weeks, and I still have my moments and think of my angel up in heaven all of the time.
This bloggy world is so much more real than people give it credit for. I’ve been crying for her today, too.
I cried last night too, and I’m tearing up just thinking about it. I’m praying for her.
I have been away from the interwebs lately so this is the first I have heard.
And yeah, sometimes these relationships we forge on the internet can be as intense as ones with people we can hug.
And all the more harder because we cannot.
Sending some of those cyber hugs your way my lovely.
Oh NO! I didn’t know this happened. I am truly sad.
There are times when the physical distances between all of us are the hardest part of being out here. This is one of them. I can’t think of much I would rather do right now than to be there and offer her my hand or open arms to hold her and hug her and give her shelter from the pain I know she feels. Those of us who have lost children understand this perhaps better than those who are forced to imagining the pain. I also know there is no amount of hugging or hand holding or ANYTHING except time that is going to ease any of her pain, at all. This is something that reaches right down into the soul of a woman and rips out everything she is about. To tell her that I understand has no meaning. To say ‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t make anything any better. The baby is no less lost. I love Lotus as much as any. And my heart literally aches for her and what I know she is feeling. And for you, Loralee. At what you have lost and at the pain I know you feel for your friend. I am heartbroken for you both.
My heart hurts too. So sad.
Wow, I can’t even imagine that. And I hope I never have to. I read her post, and I can just feel her sadness. I am so sorry for her.
I am so heartbroken for her.
When I read her news yesterday, my heart broke for Lotus. I wanted to cozy up with an online buddy and discuss it at length, as people are wont to do when something awful happens. There are no words that could make her feel better…
Oh my… I’ve lost three, the second one in the third trimester… it is never, ever easy. My heart goes out to her.
Oh no! that is so sad.