17/10/2024
noun
a pregnancy that ends in very early miscarriage
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The irony of starting a practice that supports people in the postpartum period, only to need that support *myself* less than a month later, is still mind-blowing to me.
I was 5 weeks along, with just a handful symptoms and overflowing joy, which came to a screeching halt.
Things I realized I need more of: community. The real kind. The kind you can cry to. The kind who delivers meals without asking. The kind who hugs extra long. The kind who makes you feel seen and less alone.
What has helped: beautiful, loving, soulful friends and family who supported me from miles & miles away with voice memos & gorgeous bouquets of flowers. Therapy. Also, tea. Lots of it. And, crying. A lot of that, too.
I genuinely thought to myself how helpful it would have been for someone to drop by for acupuncture, provide uplifting reading material, and hold extra space through human touch.
This experience has transformed how I look at the recovery process, especially when loss is out of one’s hands.
So, with a very big inhale + exhale and an abundance of gratitude, onward ✨🌙 May I use this experience to be of better, deeper service to others.
Xo,
Chelsea