This post is not meant to be sad. In fact I’m feeling pretty good these days. I just wanted to share two pictures that I feel are really beautiful and have summed up how it feels to lose a pregnancy. I’ve already been touched by songs that have expressed how I’ve felt like Rihanna’s “We Found Love” and Kate Havnevik’s “Grace” (Grey’s Anatomy version), but I’m amazed because art has no words yet has had an equal impact on me.
The first picture is by one of my favorite artist, Frida Khalo. The painting is known as Henry Ford Hospital (The Flying Bed). You can read more about the significance of this painting here, but the main point that resonates with me is the snail which symbolizes the slow horror of losing a baby. If you can recall, it took 12 weeks for my ectopic pregnancy to be over. The whole process was so long and drawn out.
The next picture is actually part of a project called Arts for Transit. It’s part of the NYC transit system (so you can only find them on NYC metro trains). The first time I saw this picture was during rush hour during my commute home. The train was packed and I was standing up trying to keep my balance holding on to a pole that was way too high for my vertically challenged body.
I noticed this picture and at first I didn’t think much of it. But then I kept staring and noticed that all the dinosaurs had babies except for the yellow one with the hearts. On that crowed train, I felt my eyes starting to tear up as I thought to myself, “that’s me, I’m the one without the baby and all the love to give.” Now I fully understand that this picture has nothing at all to do with pregnancy loss, but I was going through the ectopic pregnancy at the time and that’s how I interpreted it. That’s the beauty of art- it’s how you interpret it.