A lot of us have seen the movie, but I think you can probably guess this blog is not about an underground sex group. No, I’m referring to the phrase, which means an inability to understand something based on preconceived notions. Before having a miscarriage, I thought I had a basic understanding of why it happened. Eyes wide shut. I thought it was something that happened to other people. Eyes wide shut. And I thought it was rare. Eyes wide shut. Suffice it to say, when I had

I was 39 weeks pregnant to the day, just 16 hours shy of my scheduled c-section, when I gave birth to my daughter Reese Christine Duffy on November 2, 2014. We went to the hospital because I hadn't felt Reese kick in several hours. Mother's intuition was screaming in me that something was horribly wrong. No heartbeat was found, but the doctor detected traces of brain activity. I was rushed in for an emergency c-section. Reese was stillborn due to a nuchal cord x2 at 4:47 p.m.

Having a miscarriage can be an isolating and devastating experience for some people. As a recurrent pregnancy loss specialist, I ask my patients about their emotional well-being in addition to their physical well-being. Patients with miscarriages are grieving their losses and describe the strain this can place on relationships with friends and family. People can unintentionally be hurtful when trying to be supportive. Patients can feel isolated from their family and friends.