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Back in my former life, I was a proofreader.
We were a fabulous group of gals. But, I'm not going to lie - we were pretty nitpicky. And NOT the most popular in the office. In fact, we had not just one book, but multiple books by which we would mentally check each word, each phrase, each sentence.
We had rules about whether a dash should be the size of a capital "N" or a capital "M" (and yes, we did measure). We ensured the proper use of "insured," then assured all the writers that, yes, everyone gets those words mixed up. And of course, we must never forget to correct the spacing on an ellipsis. Very important, that one.
But we had one rule that trumped all rules:
Consistency was king.
You see, on most issues, you could get away with breaking a rule or two - as long as you were consistent.
And now, after both quitting my job and going through 3 first-trimester losses in a row (primarily surrounded by pro-lifers), I really wish I could say the same thing about life. And about pregnancy loss.
I must make a disclaimer (to all my friends and family reading this) - You did the best you could. And for the most part, I felt loved and I knew that so many of you grieved with me.
To be perfectly honest, before my losses, I didn't quite understand that the way we pro-lifers treat miscarriage is important.
SEE ALSO: Grieving Miscarriage with Our Kids
And yet after we lost Olivia, it didn't take long for me to realize that in this Christian microcosm of ours, somehow an aborted baby had so much more to offer the world than a miscarried one.
Both babies may have died at the same gestation - one by choice, the other by chance. But the value attached to each child completely depended on how that child died.
Here are some of the mixed messages I received - sometimes just hinted at, other times outright:
An aborted baby deserves to be grieved. A miscarried one deserves to be gotten over. And quickly.
An aborted baby could have been the next Einstein or Bach or Mother Theresa. A miscarried baby was probably damaged goods.
An aborted baby was killed against God's design. A miscarried baby fulfilled God's plans.
An aborted baby was a real person, and should have the rights as such. A miscarried baby was not a real child -- naming them really is kinda weird. Speaking of weird...counting them in the line-up of your children? THAT'S weird!
An aborted baby should always be missed in this world. God had created them for a purpose, no matter what health issues they may have had. A miscarried baby was meant for heaven - and we moms should just be so thankful we have a baby in heaven, and should not grieve the loss of their place on earth. After all, they never TRULY had a place on earth, did they?
An aborted baby is a tragedy. A miscarried baby is slight bump on the road of life.
An aborted baby could never be replaced. A miscarried baby can always be replaced - "Oh, don't worry, hon - your time will come again. You'll have more. Just relax and trust God. You'll see."
An aborted baby's mom should know exactly what she's missing out on if she has living children. A miscarried baby's mom should not grieve that loss, but instead, should just be thankful for the lives of her living children.
This isn't a debate about abortion. Really, it's not.
It's a call to those of you who say you are pro-life. It's a call to be consistent.
Do you really believe life - personhood - begins at conception? If so, standing up against abortion is understandable. But so is treating a miscarriage as a real death of a real person.
Perhaps instead of just standing outside of Planned Parenthood...Instead of just posting on Facebook your outrage at the laws in the land...Instead of praying for your neighbor's cousin's boyfriend's daughter who is considering abortion...
What if you took it one step further?
What if you held the hand of a grieving mom who miscarried at 4 weeks, 6 weeks, 18 weeks or more?
What if you never compared the loss of a 4-weeker to a 20-weeker?
What if you never said anything that started with, "At least..." As in, "At least it happened early." Or, "At least you didn't get too attached." Or, "At least you have one living child. You should be thankful for them."
What if you didn't try to stifle her tears? What if you welcomed them? And matched her tears with your own?
What if you held back any trite, easy answers that promised God's will and promised easy comfort? What if you just wrapped your arms around her the way Christ would?
What if you made that meal, bought those flowers and wrote that card?
What if you went to the hospital and sat in the waiting room for her, even if you wouldn't see her? Just because she is your friend. Just because that's what you do when someone is sick in the hospital or their child is dying.
What if you called her child by name?
What if you went to the service if they planned one? What if you helped her find a support group? What if you offered to go with her?
What if you prayed constantly for that hole in her heart that will one day scab, one day scar, but will never fully heal?
What if you were consistent? What if all your actions when dealing with loss of any kind, affirmed that fact that all life - ALL LIFE - is good, worthy of recognition and worthy of grief.
What if you didn't just affirm to the world that all babies are valuable - but you also affirmed to a bereaved mom that HER baby was irreplaceable, and would forever be missed?
A person is a person...no matter how small.
And I would add...no matter when or how they died.
Articial ran originally at The Lewis Note. Used with permission.
I'm Rachel Lewis - a girl who has known loss and struggles, joy and success. A girl who sometimes struggles with the "how-to" and the "will God REALLY take care of this for me?" A girl who cherishes night-time books and snuggles, and struggles with toddler tantrums and discipline. A girl in the midst of adopting a spunky, sparky, smarty little miss. A girl who has lost three babies, and has struggled with less-than-perfect pregnancies. And a girl that falls deeper in love with Jesus as time goes on. When I'm not cleaning up after the two tornados I call my kids, or growing an Arbonne business, you can find me blogging about pregnancy loss and adoption at www.thelewisnote.blogspot.com. I'm also an assistant director for a pregnancy and infant loss support group called M.E.N.D. (Mommies Enduring Neonatal Death). If you would like to contact me, please email me at [email protected].
Publication date: February 28, 2014