Kara Keough Bosworth tragically lost her son McCoy Casey on April 12 due to birth complications that led to severe brain damage.
And the 31-year-old opened up about her insurmountable grief in an emotional essay published by in honor of National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day on Thursday.
‘To My Fellow Loss Mom,’ began Kara. ‘I wish there was something else I could call you, something else I could call myself. “Angel Mom” feels too fluffy, and “Bereaved Mother” sounds like we should be wearing black lace and howling on our knees in a stone church somewhere.’
Opening up: Kara Keough Bosworth opened up about her insurmountable grief in an emotional essay published by Good Morning America in honor of National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day on Thursday; McCoy, Kara, and husband Kyle Bosworth pictured on April 27
Keough, who shares son McCoy and daughter Decker, four, with husband Kyle Bosworth, 33, described the torturous nature of ‘breaking the news of your child’s loss’ to those around you.
‘Don’t get me wrong, we’re absolutely still howling. But we’re doing it in yoga pants. Lululemons just do a better job of hiding our postpartum bellies and helping us avoid questions like, “When are you due?” or worse, “How’s the baby?!” That’s one thing even grief counselors don’t warn you about: how you’ll have to break the news of your child’s loss to strangers, insurance agents, employers, acquaintances, TSA agents, everyone.
‘The fact that the rest of the world keeps spinning the day after ours stops feels like a personal attack. How can people have baby showers at a time like this? How are weddings still happening when our hearts are this broken?’
Keough went on to explain just how easy it is for the mind of a grieving mother to be ‘triggered’ by people, places, 우리카지노주소 and things around them that remind them of ‘that worst moment.’
‘We should be labeled with a sticker that reads “FRAGILE: Handle with care,” because we’re one trigger away from racing back to that worst moment. For some, that worst moment has a soundtrack: “There’s no heartbeat.”
Heartbreaking: Keough, who shares son McCoy and daughter Decker, four, with husband Kyle Bosworth, 33, described the torturous nature of ‘breaking the news of your child’s loss’ to those around you’ Kara pictured on May 24
Kara noted that her ‘there’s no heartbeat’ moment ‘[stretched] over the course of six days,’ due to the fact that McCoy was born on April 6, but passed on April 12 after it was determined that he would never regain consciousness.
‘For most, it’s the moments before the moment — the “if I had only,” the “if I could have just,” or the “why didn’t I?” These questions plague all of us, the ones we ask ourselves and 우리계열카지노쿠폰 others, the desperate plea: “How could I have saved my baby?” We blame ourselves, not because we did anything to harm our children, but because we’re their mothers, and protecting them is our most sacred duty.’
‘People say the wrong things and people say right things that feel wrong. The “at least you know you can get pregnant,” or the “I wouldn’t be standing if I were you” are the wrong things. Talk of “God’s plan,” “your strength,” and the “I haven’t stopped crying for you” are right things that feel wrong,’ she wrote.
Kara stressed to those wishing to lend their support to a friend, family member, etc. who has lost a child to not underestimate the power of silence.
RIP: Kara Keough tragically lost her son McCoy Casey Bosworth on April 12 due to birth complications that led to severe brain damage; McCoy pictured on June 6
‘Some days the right thing is a friend pulling you out of bed and handing you a cup of coffee. Other days, the right thing is just staying in bed and feeling it all. Texts become so dismissible, phone calls intrusive and FaceTime may as well be a teacher calling on us in class when we didn’t do the reading.
‘Those who show up and ask nothing are the best kinds of friends. The friends that can sit quietly with us without feeling the need to fill the silence with the “I’m sorry”s that don’t bring our babies back but instead make us feel like we need to respond with, “It’s OK,” when it isn’t.’
She went on to describe how a woman’s postpartum body is a painful reminder of their loss and often leads to a mental spiral filled with heartbreaking ‘What ifs?’
‘The space where our babies should be somehow starts feeling less like a gaping hole and more like an invisible fullness as time goes on. We want to hear their names, we want to think about them and smile, we want to see them in the world around us. Milestones hit us like bricks and time feels jumbled. How has it already been so long? And who would they be today?