October is pregnancy and infant loss awareness month.
The effect that statement has on each of you is going to vary greatly depending on your individual experience.
It’s a painful subject. One that isn’t talked about often. And, we’re not going to talk about it today. I’m no expert. I have no advice or wise words. Heck, I don’t even have any comfort to offer. I’m still searching for my own, and I definitely don’t want to talk about it. But, like many of us, when I needed comfort most, and could find none I reached for my yarn and my hook.
Dedicated to all those who’ve waited on their rainbow babies, especially those still waiting.
Details on the blanket including yarn and stripe sequence can be found here.
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It’s been almost 9 years since my miscarriage. Our baby Taylor Reece was 13 weeks along. I’ll be honest, it still hurts most days, even though I’ve been blessed with 4 babies since then. I LOVE this blanket and the idea of it, and the inspiration behind it.
Even though I have three children and five grandchildren, when I saw this blanket I burst into tears for the two lost children that separately died in my womb both over twenty five years ago. The future changes when you lose a baby. Your crochet is beautiful and inspiring, (I have just made Simbelmyne) and this piece is very evocative for those of us who have grieved. Thank you.
Thank you for your comments, Judith <3 I've had a hard time understanding and validating my own grief. It hurts to think anyone else has gone through anything similar (or potentially much much worse), but it's validating to know we don't grieve alone.
Losing my little boy (stillborn 36 years ago) changed me. I am definitely more compassionate towards others who have experienced loss, and even after all these years I think of him and ponder how different my live would be if he had lived. You’re right that it’s not spoken about very much, and those who have not lost a baby may never understand the lingering ache that results from that loss. It’s something a grieving mom may keep to herself rather than letting on that she still mourns what might have been. Occasionally we find someone else who has been through what we’ve experienced and we exchange knowing, sympathetic smiles.
Although I would never have chosen to go through the loss of my little son, I would never want to forget the experience either. I may not have had him in my life for very long, but I value his existence so much.
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