What My Miscarriage Taught Me About

Lessons in loss and pain

Maryam
3 min readDec 3, 2023
Man’s hands hugging the pregnant belly of a woman from behind
Photo by John Looy on Unsplash

I wanted to be a young mother.

Perhaps the desire stemmed from the biological and psychological realm or maybe it was the culture I grew up in.

Whatever the case, I desired to be a mom. A young mom.

Luckily, that became a reality when I had my daughter at 24.

What followed was a steep learning curve…

I learnt how to take care of a tiny human. I also learnt how to keep the said human alive.

In case you haven’t heard, kids are hell-bent on doing the crazy out there. Like running in front of cars or putting stuff in their mouths that belongs in the trash.

I am grateful for every second I grew, thanks to my child. She was my teacher on this journey.

I also lost and regained my identity.

Phew! That was a ride.

I knew I wanted more kids. But not immediately.

I wanted to (somewhat) get the hang of this whole motherhood thing while maintaining my sanity.

Who am I kidding? Does someone ever really * get * the hang of parenting? But no harm in trying, right?

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