
Warning: This post deals with miscarriage and might be triggering for some readers.
Several months ago, my friend told me she had a miscarriage.
She was holding back tears and after she told me about her miscarriage, she fell silent.
It was my turn to speak. I had no experience comforting someone who has had a miscarriage. None of my friends have ever fallen pregnant, let alone lost a baby, so this was new territory for me.
I started with “I’m so sorry to hear that.” But then I kept going. “Well, on the only bright side at least you’re young and know you can fall pregnant, that’s a good thing.”
I’m pretty sure I blurred out the rest of the conversation because I was embarrassed at the unhelpful sh*t that came out my mouth. I just couldn’t stop talking. Not because I felt I was an expert on the topic and must give my two cents, but because she looked so sad and was so quiet, I wanted to do and say anything that could help. And well, my dribble did neither of those things.
Watch: Mia Freedman talks to Tina Arena about miscarriage. Post continues after video.