Don’t tell me it’s “OK” that I lost my baby. After six miscarriages, I felt I had heard them all — all the awful things people say intending to help.
I know none of them meant to be cliche, trite, thoughtless. And, all the same, the words kept coming. And they hurt, some more than others.
It seemed I couldn’t move fast enough to dodge them. Our first loss came when I was 25, three years after the healthy birth of our son.
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