In the whirlwind of parenting three young children, my spouse and I designated Tuesdays as our “No TV Tuesday”—a sacred time to reconnect amidst the chaos. However, with the holiday season looming, we decided to shift our plans and indulge in watching one of our cherished shows on Wednesday instead.
Yet, it wasn’t this week’s episode that impacted us; it was the preview for the next installment. That brief 30-second glimpse brought forth an overwhelming wave of emotion. This week, we learned that the character Kate faced a heartbreaking loss, which struck a poignant chord within us.
Fourteen months prior, we experienced a miscarriage of our own. Much like Kate and Toby’s journey, our loss was early in the pregnancy—the kind of heartache you know is a possibility, prompting you to keep your news under wraps until you’re more certain. But the truth is, there was nothing easy about that experience.
I often think back to those days as some of the loneliest moments of our lives. There was an unspoken pressure to minimize our grief; after all, I knew families who had faced far more devastating losses. It felt wrong to grieve so deeply for something that was expected to happen.
During the procedure to remove the remains of our baby, we alternated quietly sobbing over the weekend, grappling with our emotions. When the tears wouldn’t stop, I suggested we confront our grief head-on. Genetic testing revealed we had a daughter, so we spent a night naming her after her great-great-grandmother. It was perhaps the most gut-wrenching evening we faced together, as we talked about what she might look like in heaven. I envisioned her with her father’s shiny brown hair and her sister’s dimples, surrounded by our lost family members. We allowed ourselves to dream about the day we would finally meet her.
I thought we had processed our loss after that night. Soon after, we welcomed our son, a beautiful little miracle. How could I mourn for our daughter when he was such a gift? The emotions became too complicated for our hearts to handle.
But then that brief clip reignited the flood of grief. We held each other, mirroring the sorrow from that gut-wrenching night, realizing that some wounds remain raw. Over the past year, we faced numerous challenges, including our son’s health complications, and the weight of it all has become exhausting. Last night, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, a reflection that brought back memories of being teased in school. My swollen face and red eyes were a sight I dreaded showing my children.
This week, I simply can’t bring myself to watch the episode. While I commend the creators for portraying real-life challenges with such sensitivity, some moments in life are too painful to revisit.
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In summary, I’m choosing to sit this one out. The emotional weight of reliving certain experiences can be overwhelming, and it’s okay to prioritize self-care during such times.