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More Acceptance. Different Acceptance. - Evolved Mommy

More Acceptance. Different Acceptance.

| On 26, Oct 2013

This whole experience of losing an early term pregnancy (read: Acceptance) has had a profound affect on me (of course), my family and my friends.

While the experience sucked (there’s just no delightful way to say it) the conversations it has spurred publicly and privately have reminded me why I blog and why I put myself out there. So many of you have had a miscarriage. I mean… almost all of you have had at least one. WHAT? Yep. It’s heartbreaking, but the cool thing is we are having a comfortable, compassionate conversation about it on Facebook. Yes, this is my story, but it’s yours, too. Use it however you’d like.


And did y’all know my husband has a blog? He hasn’t written on it since 2011, but this experience loosened his fingers and the words poured out in the most beautiful display of transparency and openness.

Read: Daddy in Training | Miscarriage, perspective and an unexpected reprieve from anxiety

I’m fine. For now. Thank you so much for asking. I mean that. Please keep asking. A lot of the things I wrote in “How to Be a Friend to a Young Widow” also apply to mothers of miscarriages. Except the food thing. I don’t need any food. Somehow I gained 15 lbs of baby weight before that tiny thing weighed more than a pea. For me a positive pregnancy test is like a license to eat ice cream and french fries. I. Lose. My. Mind.

Being on the receiving end of compassion, care and sympathy is not easy. The sad look on a friend’s face is uncomfortable, but it is important to come to a place of gracious acceptance.

Accept love.

Accept care.

Accept sympathy.

Just as I don’t know what to do, neither do my coworkers nor does my 84-year-old dad. All I can do is say, “Thank you,” and accept the sentiment.

So, Thank you! friends (whether we know each other in real life or just through this glowing screen on my lap). Thanks for listening and sharing and neither judging nor preaching.

I’m probably done with this topic for a little while. It’s time for me to move forward, so I just want you to know that I appreciate you for going on this journey with me and for being a part of the story of my life.

Our new tree is perfect. A strong, healthy oak...

Our new tree is perfect. A strong, healthy oak that will make adorable little acorns. via evolvedmommy

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