Donna
Miscarriage
September 2005
Etna, Maine
I wish I had known that support like this was out there when I went through my miscarriage. I of course had my husband (the fiancé) and my friends and family, but no one really seemed to want to talk about it. I all ever got were hugs and compassionate looks and ” It’ll be ok, you can try again.” And while I know they meant well I was mad that no one was addressing the fact that someone had just died. Even if my baby wasn’t viable and only the size of a grape, it was still my baby. My biggest problem was that the doctors had told me there was nothing I could have done, and I don’t know if this makes sense or not but I felt almost as if I had failed because there was nothing I could do. I felt like at the very least I should’ve been able to keep my baby safe and I couldn’t even do that.













