Molly's Reads

MISCARRIAGE/STILLBIRTH
SOCIAL SCIENCE
- Life, Almost: Miscarriage, misconceptions and a search for answers from the brink of motherhood by Jennie Agg.
Published by Torva, 2023
Amazon LinkGUIDE
- The Worst Girl Gang Ever: A Survival Guide for Navigating Miscarriage and Pregnancy Loss by Bex Gunn & Laura Buckingham. Read an excerpt.
Published by HQ, 2022
Amazon LinkBut why wouldn’t we ‘try hard’ when we want something so desperately? We are told to try our hardest in every other area of life in order to achieve what we want, so it’s hard to tell ourselves not to try when we are desperate to do all we can to make a baby happen.
ANTHOLOGIES/MEMOIRS
- About What Was Lost: 20 Writers on Miscarriage, Healing, and Hope Edited by Jessica Berger Gross. Read an excerpt.
- An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCracken. Read an excerpt.
- Knocked Up Knocked Down: Postcards of Miscarriage and Other Misadventures from the Brink of Parenthood by Monica Murphy LeMoine. Read an excerpt.
- Vessels: A Love Story by Daniel Raeburn. Read an excerpt.
- Landon’s Legacy: The Power of a Brief Life by Amelia Kathryn Barnes. Read an excerpt.
- Expecting Sunshine: A Journey of Grief, Healing, and Pregnancy After Loss by Alexis Marie Chute. Read an excerpt.
- Through, Not Around: Stories of Infertility and Pregnancy Loss Edited by Allison McDonald Ace, Ariel Ng Bourbonnais, Caroline Starr. Read an excerpt.
- Still: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Motherhood by Emma Hansen. Read an excerpt.
- It Will Happen: A Heart-Breaking Journey to Motherhood Through Recurrent Miscarriage and Pregnancy Loss by Laura Buckingham. Read an excerpt.
- Unimaginable: Life After Baby Loss by Brooke D. Taylor. Read an excerpt.
- Adrift: Fieldnotes from Almost-Motherhood by Miranda Ward. Read an excerpt.
- I Had a Miscarriage: A Memoir, A Movement by Jessica Zucker. Read an excerpt.
- If You Really Knew Me: A Memoir of Miscarriage and Motherhood by Mary Purdie. Read an excerpt.
- A Womb in the Shape of a Heart: My Story of Miscarriage and Motherhood by Joanne Gallant. Read an excerpt.
Published by Plume, 2006
Amazon LinkI felt apologetic, as though I’d tried something extravagant (look at me, I’m married, I’m having a baby!) and failed. There were things I couldn’t explain to her, things she didn’t know, and there was no way I could go back to a time when I didn’t know them, either. [Misconceptions by Andrea J. Buchanan]
Published by Back Bay Books, 2010
Amazon LinkTime had bent again. Time had developed a serious kink. Our old life – the one where we planned our existence around the son we were expecting – had ended, but our new life – the one where we tried to figure out how to live without him – couldn’t start yet. We were stuck in a chronological bubble.
Published by Catalyst Book Press, 2010
Amazon LinkWhat I really want, I finally come to realize, is my baby, the one who isn’t here – a mysterious fact which still perplexes me to no end. There is no substitute model, no quick fix, no swapping tofu for chicken and not noticing it, no buying a K-mart brand handbag and slapping a Gucci label on it.
Published by W. W. Norton & Company, 2016
Amazon LinkEveryone outside this room seemed to think that having another kid would somehow negate the loss of this one. That death was some kind of math problem you could solve with procreation. People were being supportive, but they were all secretly hoping that it would get better, that things would go back to normal, as if normal were an option, as if normal even existed anymore. If one more person told us to put it – it! – behind us, we might lose it.
Published by Blurb, 2016
Amazon LinkIt’s so hard moving forward when you would give anything to go back, even if just for a moment.
Published by She Writes Press, 2017
Amazon LinkMy naivety and trust that everything will be okay did not survive Zachary; it passed forever along with my son. Certainty followed my child to the grave.
Published by Dundurn Press, 2019
Amazon LinkSometimes I forget myself and chime in about the nuisance of morning sickness with other mothers. If I’m then not able to answer what brand of diapers I use, I feel as though I’ve been caught trying to sneak into a club. It’s as if the experience of pregnancy disappears if you don’t give birth.
Published by Greystone Books, 2020
Amazon LinkKnowing I need to get pregnant again and knowing what I will do once I am actually pregnant again are two very different things, though. All the articles I’ve read on parental grief say not to get pregnant again until you no longer want the child you lost back. I still want Reid back. And I want another child. I refuse to believe those two truths can’t coexist.
Published by Austin Macauley, 2020
Amazon LinkWhat was hurting me the most during these times was the thought of my life without any babies. I was grieving for the loss of motherhood.
Published by Brooke D. Taylor, 2021
Amazon LinkJealousy wasn’t about hating other people. I didn’t wish them ill. I didn’t want their babies to die. I just wanted a piece of what they had. I wanted their innocence. I wanted their self-assurance. I wanted my heart to feel light and easy again. I wanted pictures of my mom holding my baby. More than anything, I wanted my own baby in my arms. Instead, it seemed as though everyone else was getting what I wanted, and I was stuck on the outside looking in, my arms aching to hold my baby girl.
Published by W&N, 2021
Amazon LinkHow can you not know? I want to shout at every doctor who shrugs at me – but I’m equally frightened, if I’m honest, of an unequivocal answer, a definitely this, a prescription, a path, a trap, a never. So I stay here, adrift in the land of almost, of maybe, and part of me is not entirely unhappy to be here, part of me is in fact afraid of asking the right questions, even while I’m drowning in the silence of my own body.
Published by The Feminist Press at CUNY, 2021
Amazon LinkJason tried assuaging my fear by telling me we’d make it through this. “We’ll have another baby,” he’d say. He assured me that when we did, things would be different. But I had a tough time believing in visions of some hopeful future that lay on the horizon. The concept of having another baby was no consolation at all, really. This was apples and oranges. The conception of another baby would in no way release the trauma of how things unfolded, and what was more, this loss was mire I had to wade through before I could even begin again.
Published by Mary Purdie, 2021
Amazon LinkSomewhere inside myself, buried underneath the auto-pilot affirmations and stories from internet strangers, I was aware of the lie I was telling myself – the circus act I was performing to delay being crushed by the familiar weight of loss. I was utterly dependent on this act, though, tossing back toxic positivity like shots of tequila, anything to keep the high going.
Published by Nimbus Publishing Limited, 2021
Amazon LinkI’m given a useless pamphlet about the physical symptoms to expect during a miscarriage, and no instructions on how to live with a baby that will not.
ANTHOLOGIES/MEMOIRS – GRAPHIC – QUEER
- Waves by Written by Ingrid Chabbert; Illustrated by Carole Maurel; Translated by Edward Gauvin; Lettered by Deron Bennett.
Published by Archaia, 2019
Amazon LinkABORTION
ANTHOLOGIES/MEMOIRS
- A Lie Someone Told You About Yourself by Peter Ho Davies. Read an excerpt.
- Larger Than an Orange by Lucy Burns. Read an excerpt.
Published by Mariner Books, 2021
Amazon Link“And you act like it happened to you! You were just there. It happened to me!” It happened to us, he wants to say. It happened to you, yes, of course, but it also happened to me, because I love you. Wants to say, but can’t because for a moment it isn’t true.
Published by Chatto & Windus, 2021
Amazon LinkHe’s tired, and he doesn’t want you to be upset, and he’s not very good at talking about this sort of thing, and he doesn’t know what to say, and he’s with his friends at the pub, and he’s just on his way out, and he can’t begin to understand what you’ve been through, and actually, as a man, wouldn’t it be wrong of him to pretend to understand, because he can’t, and he doesn’t, and last month you did say that you were feeling better, and fucking hell can you just not, for one second.