Woman creates empathy cards for miscarriages – IOTW Report

Woman creates empathy cards for miscarriages

WHAS: After Jessica Zucker had a miscarriage, she watched as friends and family struggled to find the words to say, while some said nothing at all.

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The experience of a miscarriage is extremely “isolating for women,” as those closest to them try at all costs to avoid the “uncomfortable” aspect of acknowledging the miscarriage, Zucker said.

And with about 10% of known pregnancies ending in miscarriage, it’s not as rare as some might think, according to the American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists.

“We need to be comfortable talking about these types of losses because they are normative,” she told USA TODAY Network. “If we endeavor to create life, we are vulnerable to losing life, and that is a fact.”  Continued

15 Comments on Woman creates empathy cards for miscarriages

  1. Why not a line of cards for abortions, too?

    Sample verse:

    “I know you must be hurting;
    I truly feel your pain.
    But please try to look on the bright side.
    Soon you’ll be back on the market again.”

    No…?

  2. The most difficult part is that you had a life inside you and now you don’t. My wife had a miscarriage; that baby girl would have been our daughter. When someone says the word miscarriage I will stare at my wife and for a few moments her looks will show that her thoughts are distant. Then she’ll return and continue the conversation. She miscarried over 20 years ago.

    And I agree that the thought behind these cards is in the right place but the application leaves a lot to be desired.

  3. My mom miscarried once, then had a baby boy who only lived for 10 hours. One of my sisters-in-law gave birth to a stillborn baby boy at 8 months, and the wife of one of my nephews miscarried and was never able to get pregnant again. It’s devastating for all, and it truly is hard to know what to say when it happens. I applaud the card designer’s efforts, but she needs to keep trying.

  4. The saddest thing I’ve ever experienced was watching as my oldest son carried the coffin of our grandson (six months gestation) to the grave site from the hearse. I wouldn’t leave until I saw that little coffin lowered into the grave. The funeral director came over to me and asked me if I would like to hold the coffin. I did.

    My mom had two miscarriages and then my sister was born. My brother was born after that, but died of SIDS before I was born. My father used to whistle while he walked home from work. (Yes, men used to whistle happy tunes in those days and no one thought them strange.) I was told that when my brother died, my father stopped whistling until I was born – and lived.

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