Ok, so I'm v. angry at the universe right now, so this is probably more of a rant than a question.
I'm having a very bad week, in fact the second worst week of my life I would say.
I hit 13 weeks pregnant on Monday, started a miscarriage on Tuesday, and my god (ha) its been awful.
Women dont talk about it do they? I mean they might say, 'oh yes, we went through similar', and bow their heads in some sort of silent agreement. Or you might get a little shoulder touch as if to say, 'yes, I know'. Or 'are you going to try again?' like its some sort of fucking raffle! Yeah, you know, might have another go if the mood takes me, might risk the heart break that is hidden behind these gritted teeth. Might crack on next month, you know, when my poor body that's mirroring the emptiness that I am feeling, has finished expelling the 'products of conception' FFS.
People dont know, or do they know? Am I just dead naive? The raging fights I have had with people in my head over the last few days, the fury and the pain.
And the pain...'you might get period like cramps' no, I didnt, I've never had a period that feels like that or looks like that, or was so unpredictable. 'cramps' ha, thats a joke. And I think I'm pretty tough. 'you may pass some clots'. No, no, thats not what happened.
And it doesnt just happen in one dramatic isolated moment. Its on and on, its when you are cooking tea, or folding washing, or reading the little one a story, or just sitting down for a bit of 'down time'.
Its constant and its draining. Its draining my body and its draining my emotional bucket.
The doctor said 'yes its common insert some meaningless statistic'.
Is it common? Really? Are what ever percent of women walking round carrying the shockwaves from this experience? Why arent we talking about it?
Why is there a national miscarriage day, and people post little quotes on face book, or pictures of a candle, for one day, like these silent little well behaved nods to each other. Oh, you too? Yes, we know.
What? I feel like running down the streets screaming, tearing walls down, shaking people.
Why are we so polite? Why are women perceived as soft and caring and gentle? I dont feel any of these things. Women are so strong and carry so much.
My OH, he has been a rock for me, and such a comfort. I have not a bad word to say about him. My family, my mum, I couldnt have done a day of this without them.
I just feel like we are all going round, with this polite knowledge of some of the most awful things, and then brushing our hair, fixing the mascara, and you know, popping the kettle on.
Is it any wonder people drink or get hooked on painkillers?
I dont know what I'm asking, I know women are expected to be too many things, and to do it with grace.
I dont feel very much grace today, and I dont think I will tomorrow.
Even reading back this, its too polite, its doesnt reflect the screaming thats going on inside. Are there even words for that? Probably in some other language. Maybe its just a primeval noise.
I just wanted to shout.
xx