The first time I had a miscarriage, I remember my phone ringing off the hook. I was swamped with condolences and well-meaning messages.
I had never felt more alone.
I appreciated the thoughts and support from friends and family, but what I wanted was to vent. I wanted to be angry. I wanted someone—everyone—just to listen to me.
What I got was unsolicited advice and commiserations (with a few notable exceptions).
I learned something valuable during those days. When a friend is grieving the loss of an unborn child, there are things that you just shouldn’t say. Here are a few things that should never come out of your mouth towards a friend who miscarried, and some pretty good alternatives.
DON’T SAY: “I’ve been there.” Well, hooray for the Miscarriage Club! Seriously? No, you haven’t been here. Maybe you had a miscarriage, too, but you’re not living my life. You have no idea how this will affect me.
SAY THIS: “I remember when I had my miscarriage…” It’s a gentle lead-in, and allows you to share your experiences without encroaching on mine.
First trimester miscarriage: Why do we act as though it’s no big deal?
DON’T SAY: “It’ll get better.” You can’t promise that. Maybe it got better for you. And maybe “better” is subjective.
SAY THIS: “It got easier for me.” I really do want to hear that it got easier. I want to know what you did to recover from this loss. I want hope that I’ll eventually find some semblance of normal. Just do it without making empty promises, because I can’t handle that.
DON’T SAY: “You’ll have another baby.” Gee, thanks! I had no idea that babies were so easily replaced. Had I known that this baby shouldn’t mean so much to me, I’d have stopped crying immediately. WHAT THE HELL?
SAY THIS: “…” That’s right. Say nothing about having babies in the future. I’m still dealing with the one that just died inside my body. My future has collapsed around me. Focus on the problem at hand and stop borrowing trouble.
The Sound of Silence that accompanies miscarriage.
DON’T SAY: “You weren’t that far along, so it’s not like it was even a baby yet.” Hey, asshat, guess what? You don’t get to decide when I become emotionally attached to the child in my womb. The split second that I became pregnant, I became a mum.
SAY THIS: “I’m sorry for your loss.” That’s what it is. I’m grieving the loss of a child that I never even got to hold. I’m grieving for the family that will never exist with that little person in it. I’m grieving, not just the pregnancy, but the birth and the birthdays, the life that will never be.
Women handle miscarriages in a variety of ways. The best way to help them is to listen, first and foremost. If, after that, you still feel the need to speak up, be empathetic and loving, and remember what not to say.
This post originally appeared on Scary Mommy and was republished here with full permission.
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I found the hardest to deal with was comments such as "at your age it's probably better". "Don't you have enough kids already" or "you'll get over it we don't like the father anyway". I don't believe even one person in my life has ever acknowledged it, or could see how much it hurt me. And when I did have my rainbow child not long after the miscarriage, those comments became suggestions that I should abort cause having a child later in life was being selfish, and not fair to my older children. People can be nasty, insensitive and outright rude. The empathy gene seems to be lacking in many. And going through something like a miscarriage can change the way you view the people around you, often permanently.
My baby was stillborn. And the rudest thing people did to me was change the subject when all i wanted to do was express my grief. I get that its a hard subject and an awkward one at that but when im pouring my heart out to a friend and they start talking about the fabulous date they had last night, i could scream. One "friend" even said once " why are you still prattling on about that?" It was only 11 days after. I was 29 weeks along. The doctors called him stillborn because he was past 26 weeks which is the threshold for viability. I grieved oh damn did i grieve. But some of my friends just didnt understand. Its been 12 years but it still stings sometimes that they were so insensitive.