pregnancies ends in a miscarriage. I never knew that. I stumbled across this story by a woman who seems to have a similar mind set to mine about her own miscarriage. It's a long read, but VERY worthwhile.
i was two or three years old, i think. i went with my mom to the OB/GYN's office. i remember the doctor saying he couldn't find the baby's heartbeat. my mom sat in an empty room and sobbed for what seemed to me at the time like hours. i don't think i understood death at that age, much less the death of someone who wasn't yet born, but i understood that something very sad had happened.
statistically, my mom's right along with the average. five pregnancies, four births. occasionally we get into melancholy moods and talk about what it would have hypothetically been like if my little brother had been born.
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statistically, my mom's right along with the average. five pregnancies, four births. occasionally we get into melancholy moods and talk about what it would have hypothetically been like if my little brother had been born.