Meghan Markle recounts her miscarriage in the New York Times
Meghan Markle and miscarriage, a heartbreaking and very sincere story. His words to the NYT
Meghan Markle has decided to write an editorial for the New York Times about having had a miscarriage last July, a few months after the birth of her first child, Archie. It is a common event in the first months of gestation, there are many women who lose a child, sometimes without even knowing they are pregnant, this does not make it less painful.
The Losses We Share
"The Losses We Share" is the title of the contribution signed by the former Duchess of Sussex and it really contains the important words, which create a sense of community and sharing among women. Meghan said: «after changing the diaper» to Archie, «I felt a strong pain in my abdomen. I slumped to the ground, holding Archie in my arms, and singing him a lullaby, to soothe them both - and that cheerful melody was in stark contrast to the feeling that something was wrong. I knew, while I was holding my first child, that I was losing the second. '
Awareness of pain
Markle does not hide the pain, on the contrary she analyzes it or gives it to the public. It is a new attitude, not in keeping with the Royal House, which instead must always show a patina of perfection. The strongest memory is that linked to the hospital, when she shook her husband's hand.
“I kissed the knuckles wet with our tears. And in that moment I remembered when Harry and I were finishing a long tour of South Africa last year. I was exhausted. I was breastfeeding my baby, and I was trying to behave, in front of the audience, as if nothing had happened, as if I wasn't fatigued. A reporter asked me: "Are you okay?" I answered him honestly, not imagining that my words could have such a vast echo in so many people - new mothers and mothers for many years, but also among all those who have suffered in silence, each in their own way. My answer perhaps gave those who listened to it the feeling of finally being able to tell the truth about themselves. “Thanks for asking,” I replied. "Not many people do it." In that hospital bed, watching my husband's heart shatter as he tried to hold the pieces of mine together, I realized that the only way to start a rebirth is this - to ask: "Are you okay?" ".
