I'm an artist, and I'm trying to get how I feel down on paper or on canvas. My sister, who has three boys, also had a miscarriage, and was devastated by it, understandably. It feels like I'm dealing with the death of a child every single month, grieving for that child, and then starting the cycle of hoping, anticipating, devastation and grief all over again.
I've thought of a woman standing in a graveyard, surrounded by the caskets or graves of all of her children, one child for each month she's been trying to get pregnant, whether that be 10, 50, or 100 graves, while other women around are joyously pregnant or have children, with one or two graves with them. I just can't get to the point where I can draw this without breaking down in tears. I'm crying as I'm writing this.
I've thought of a woman standing in a graveyard, surrounded by the caskets or graves of all of her children, one child for each month she's been trying to get pregnant, whether that be 10, 50, or 100 graves, while other women around are joyously pregnant or have children, with one or two graves with them. I just can't get to the point where I can draw this without breaking down in tears. I'm crying as I'm writing this.