"While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it." ~Samuel Johnson
RM knew that I needed time to grieve. He held me as I cried and often cried with me. When I had no energy to cook or clean the house, he took over the household duties and kept the "ship" running while I recuperated physically and emotionally.
After several weeks of coming home after work and finding me spending more time in my PJ's than in regular clothes, RM became worried.
He said to me, "I know that you still need time to grieve, but right now, you need to find a balance between grieving and living. I lost a baby too, but I still have to go to work, and we have a son that needs us. I don't want you grieve so much that you forget to live."
It has been a little over two months since I had my miscarriage, and I took what RM said to me to heart. I know it sounds cliche, but I started to notice nature's beauty. I marveled at the flowers blooming in our front yard despite the cold weather, and even the bare trees had it's own unique beauty.
**Some of you have shared your stories of your own miscarriages, which I truly appreciate. It helps to know that when you read my experience of loss- you know exactly what it means.
Thank you everyone for your supportive comments and emails. You will never know how much it has helped me.