Missed Miscarriage

No. I do not want the ultrasound pictures of my dead baby. No. I do not want to go to a hospital for a D&C. No. I do not want to grieve. I want to be angry. I want to be furious. I want to be secretly sad and outwardly righteous, terrified of how broken I am. No. I do not want pity, condolences, or your opinions. No. I do not want my body back. No. I will not accept that “something must have been wrong, and nature knows best.” I want my baby. Alive. Fix it. Fix me.

Sunday Dutro