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When Mother’s Day Hurts More Than It Celebrates
Last year was my first Mother’s Day after my first pregnancy loss. I received a beautiful card from Start Healing Together to mark the milestone (pictured). I had loved ones send me wishes, flowers, mementos. I felt seen. I felt held. I want that for you too, Dear Loss Mom. You deserve to be honoured,…
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“Do You Have Kids?” And Other Stupid Things People Say
Only someone who has NOT faced infertility could fathom asking such an intrusive and triggering question. “Do you have kids?” What a loaded and offensive line of inquiry! I was in the middle of the fertility screening process and trying to comprehend why conception just wasn’t happening when a colleague asked if I had kids…
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Holidays Make the Missing Louder
Holidays are hard. In general. Families gathering can be intense and it’s especially difficult in the throes of grief. Assembling for an event makes those who are missing all the more evident. Sitting around a table feels haunted by the lack of a high chair. My first should be experiencing their first Easter. In addition,…
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Being Forgotten After Loss And The Role You Played
Here I was in Ireland in March 2025. Grateful for a getaway and navigating however I could after my first miscarriage. Supporting someone who is grieving can be daunting. It’s tough terrain. Initially people check-in, give their condolences, and offer to let them know if you need anything. It’s said with the best intention but…
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Pregnancy Loss and “Losing” Your Spark
Here I was in December 2024 newly pregnant after a successful IUI (intrauterine insemination) treatment. Sparkling and blissfully unaware of the gutting grief that would lie ahead. Fast forward six months to a conversation where I was told I was not as shiny or bright as I once was. [ Insert reaction of incredulity ]…
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My Second Pregnancy Loss: Finding Words for Grief and Love
Here I was in February 2026 elated while expecting our rainbow baby. Cut to a month later discovering for a second time that our baby had stopped developing. Some grief asks you to travel a road you already know. The path of recurring pregnancy loss is a heartbreak I wished I’d never have to walk…
The F Word 