ANGER.

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Anger. One of the 9,000,000,000 stages of grief and I’m stuck here. So if you “don’t know what to say” Here are a few tips.


•don’t say anything 

•say “I’m so sorry your going through this”

• “I’m sorry for your loss”

• “I’m sure you’re angry/sad/hurt/etc and that’s totally valid”


Because if you look at me an say some stupid dumb statement, I’m going to stop shrugging it off, and just turning the other cheek. 


“Well at least you won’t be pregnant during the summer and all hot and miserable”


-you’re TOTALLY right, thank goodness my baby is dead and I won’t be a little uncomfortable, during the hot summer months. 


“Don’t worry, you’ll get pregnant again” 


-yes, I can just trade in the dead baby for a newer model, because we all know the loss of one child can totally be replaced by another child. 


“Maybe something was wrong with it” 


- maybe, thankfully I won’t ever have to know, because having my baby die was definitely way better then the having to face some challenges of raising a child with special needs/disabilities. 


Do you see how stupid y’all sound? 


My baby is DEAD. And NOTHING is worse than that. So stop trying to make it seem like I’ve dodged a bullet.

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