There are a lot of things I’ve failed at. Relationships. Cooking. Being a TV executive. Decorating. The list is long.
Some of these failures have been short-lived while others have been life-long. The feeling is always unpleasant, sometimes intensely so. The most challenging type of failure I’ve ever experienced though, is the failure I felt around pregnancy loss and the infertility that followed it.
Halfway through my second pregnancy, my baby daughter died. And I didn’t even know. My husband and I found out unexpectedly at the 19 week scan. She was there on the monitor and yet she was gone.
Among the tsunami of emotions that knocked me off my feet over the ensuing days and months and years, the feeling of failure was pervasive, punching its way up through my grief. I couldn’t wash it off. It clung to my most fundamental identity as a woman in a way that shocked me, making me feel hopeless and helpless and deeply, overwhelmingly ashamed.
I felt like my most primal function as a woman – to conceive a child, carry it to term and deliver it safely into the world – was something I’d failed at. No matter that I already had one healthy child. The baby I’d lost … I’d failed her. The babies I couldn’t conceive, month after agonising month, I’d failed them too. I’d failed my husband. I’d failed myself. My body had failed me. It had failed my babies both real and imagined.
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Thanks for posting. To be honest, I don't read your stuff too much because, as a woman who doesn't have kids, I automatically feel excluded. I'm not in the "Mummy club" (so why would I read "Mama"Mia when I'm not one). As a result I can't claim all the importance and significance that being a parent brings. Our society tells us childless women we are second rate and second best. "Only a mother knows", "because I'm a Mum (followed by the unspoken "and you're not") and all the countless thoughtless memes, posts and comments all conspire to tell us we don't matter as much as others because we don't have kids. No matter how much that cuts us deep inside, no matter the cause.
So thanks for including us-- even the ones who still have empty arms, and the babies we hold will never be our own.
As a women currently in hospital as an inpatient for the past 5 weeks because my placenta didnt work, umbilical cord flow is restricted and am now in my 5th day of preterm labour I face having a pregnancy that wont go to term currently 30 weeks today and my baby will be premmie as we are now on a day by day waiting for the moment to deliver.
I feel failure everyday that I feel stuck in the hospital and away from my other kids and my husband, i feel like a failure that my body didn't work and my baby isnt getting the nutrients he needs from me, a failure that I cant be there at home for my kids. It is a failure feeling of guilt and why did this happen. Thanks for the article Mia. There are many women here ive met that feel the same.