I'm Naya

Mama & wife. Breastfeeding advocate & IBCLC candidate (October 2017). Makeup junkie & wannabe fashionista. 

I write about breastfeeding, motherhood, and style. 

The news I never thought I'd have to give

Trigger Warning: Loss


I've been trying to find a beautiful, poetic way to write about this but I can't. I had a miscarriage earlier this summer. After trying for 11 cycles, I finally got those two lines I've been looking for. Unfortunately, my joy was short lived. Something didn't feel right and after getting a blood test at my midwives' office, I got the bad news. "Your levels are that of a woman who is barely pregnant or no longer pregnant. I'm so sorry." And literally minutes after I hung up, the cramps started picking up in intensity. And the blood. It's like my body was waiting for the official word.


One thing I have come away with after all of this: please for the love of Pete, do not ever ask a woman when she's planning on having a(nother) baby. Please. I have done it myself, but I will never do it again. Every time someone asks me, it's the emotional equivalent of getting the wind knocked out of me. If I had a dollar for every time that's happened to me since this happened, I would buy you all pumpkin spice lattes or whatever your caffeinated beverage of choice happens to be. 

This isn't a "bad things happen & we come through it" post. I'm not through it. I'm still in the thick of it. I know I will come through it, but the past several weeks have been peaks and valleys. I'm still struggling. I will get through it. But then I'll stumble backwards into the black pit where I feel like I'm falling and no one can catch me. And I will cry and yell and hate every pregnant woman I see because it's supposed to be me. And then I will be okay. Lather, rinse, repeat.


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