It is October 1st—which means that it is, once again, Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Month.
Five years ago, I suffered my first and only miscarriage. And, oftentimes, people will ask “When I miscarried?”
When they hear it was in the first trimester, most replies resemble “Oh—1st trimester. Phew.”
They don’t technically say “Phew,” but you often feel or sense that.
And then you begin to feel bad.
Like—Why am I sad about this loss since it is just first trimester?
Why do I care so much?
Why do I cry so much?
Why do I feel so shallow? So empty? So much death?
I can tell you my answer to my first trimester loss of my baby—and it’s a 3-part answer:
1. Adelyne—I found out I was pregnant with this beauty that made me a mom at 6 weeks.
2. Maxwell—I found out that I was pregnant with this ultimate troublemaker at about 4-5 weeks.
3. Josephine—I found out I was pregnant with this little lady the weekend after I ran through fire and climbed 10 foot walls, and jumped and fell into huge mud pits at around 4-5 weeks.
These are my three answers to WHY it is a big, big, big deal when you miscarry…
Even in your first trimester.
And 2 Makes Crazy 