I had four losses all between 6–8 weeks. One miscarriage, two missed miscarriages, and one blighted ovum. Each had their own specific journey and experience that was unique to the child.
In one, I felt like I was holding space for my child and sitting with the space between life and death, grieving for a child that was still alive within my body. In all, I knew way before the doctors did, which I found very challenging because my knowledge was not believed.
I felt pain, exhaustion, sadness, grief, emptiness, an enormous sense of aloneness. People, even my partner, could not relate to what I was going through. I often could not get out of bed for long periods of time. I was in a process of mourning that people didn’t understand because it was invisible.
Waiting on Sunrise 