02/01/2026
Though week. Wonderful week. Funny how one can be both at the same time. Feeling inspired to finally tackle something I’ve been meaning to do for a while… form a Grief Support group. Won’t you help me spread the word? Once per month, virtual support group, free to our patients. Details to follow. But first a few words that I formulated in part during a particularly blissful Power Yoga session ✌️❤️
It often blindsides you.
Looking back, you can’t believe how unaware you were—how you didn’t see it coming.
At first you’re numb.
Then deeply sad.
Then numb again.
It can’t be happening to you. These things happen to other people.
Then, for a moment, you forget. You laugh. You feel joy.
And then it hits you again—and you feel so very, very sad.
There is no “reason” this happened to you.
This isn’t a punishment.
This isn’t a lesson God put in your path to make you “better.”
You were already fine.
This also isn’t the soft cheese you accidentally ate last week, or the hot tub you sat in before you knew you were pregnant.
This is nothing you did—or didn’t—do.
Sometimes bad things happen to good people for no good reason.
And it really, really sucks.
To love is to grieve.
There is no way around it. You have to go through it.
“Can’t go over it, can’t go under it—you have to go through it,”
to quote a favorite children’s book of mine.
The first few days.
The first few weeks.
Then years and decades that follow.
Your body remembers, long after you do.
This is exquisitely true with pregnancy loss in particular. Pregnancy follows such specific timelines, and the milestones are repetitive and relentless. Each one can reopen the pain in ways you didn’t know were possible.
You don’t get over loss. You don’t move on from grief.
It stays with you.
What changes is how you carry it.
You learn to manage this inherently human emotion—to unpack it in smaller and smaller doses, to feel it a little at a time, when you are ready.