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Leah knew her grieving would never be over. It didn’t matter what people said, and some of what they said was just stupid.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have another baby,”
“Well, there must have been something wrong with it. It’s better off in heaven.”
“It’s not as if you knew the child. Think how hard it is when a real baby that you held and loved suddenly dies.”
It’s been six months, Leah. You need to put it behind you now and move on.”
Leah wanted to shout at all of them, with their cold and useless “comfort.” They insisted on her acceptance of the miscarriage. They wanted her to be normal again, because her grief made them uncomfortable.
Finally she went to see a counselor. The counselor listened quietly as Leah told the whole story. There were tears in the counselor’s eyes when Leah finished, sobbing into a tissue she’d grabbed from the box beside her.
“Leah, I am so sorry. What you’re experiencing is normal, and it takes time to adjust and accept such a loss.” She went on to talk about stages of grief. She acknowledged that “the miscarriage” was not a thing, but a child. Her words brought some comfort and healing to Leah’s battered heart. Finally, someone seemed to understand.
Two years later, Leah brought her newborn baby to the office to show off to the staff. She glowed with happiness, but the counselor could see the shadows lingering in her eyes.
It was normal.