Last year I wrote about saying no to invitations and events that hurt to attend. That’s why I probably won’t be at your next baby shower, or child’s birthday party, or other family-friendly get-together.

I’ve gone to some. I’ve skipped others. I’ve tried. I really have. And it hurt. A lot.

I don’t like being the person at the party who is crying (or swallowing frantically trying to keep the tears in). It’s not fun to spend a celebration muffling your sobs in the guest bathroom. I also don’t like being the person who is lying that I’m happy and having a good time, who is plastering a fake smile on my face while every other parent at the party holds their beautiful, living children in their arms.

I don’t feel like I fit at these family-friendly events. I’m a mother…and yet I’m not. When there are babies and toddlers all around the room, my heart hurts. When there’s only one, I can usually be okay. I can grasp onto the joy and celebrate their cuteness. But as soon as there are more kids and more parents, more people who I should be able to commiserate with about parenthood, I start to feel my otherness. It starts with my empty arms, and the the pain and the grief balloon.

That’s the reality of being a pregnancy loss mother. I’m happy for people who have added a new baby to their family. But seeing your joy makes my pain that much more apparent. Your arms are full. Mine are still empty.

So, I say no and I don’t attend.

If we know I probably won’t come, why do I still want an invite?

Because that otherness, that feeling like I don’t belong, so easily transforms into feeling unwanted. Being the only one in a group with empty arms is a lonely place to be. Feeling like you don’t fit in, is a lonely place to be. I know that I can be a handful with my tears so close all the time, with my grief over my dead babies. But feeling wanted goes a long way in keeping me from drowning.

An invitation to your child’s celebration with a kind note that lets me know you understand if I can’t attend is like a gentle hug. It says, I love you and care for you and want you to be a part of my life and my child’s life, but I understand if that’s too hard for you right now.

Every baby is a miracle and I look forward to the day when I can, enthusiastically and without tears, attend celebrations filled with your babies. But until then, please remind me that I’m wanted, even if my arms are empty.

I probably won’t come, but please invite me anyway.


I probably won't come, but please invite me anyway. Infertility and Pregnancy Loss


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