The Best American Essays 2014 by John Jeremiah Sullivan
Author:John Jeremiah Sullivan
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780544309326
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Published: 2014-10-07T00:00:00+00:00
When I got back from Mongolia, I was so sad I could barely breathe. On five or six occasions I ran into mothers who had heard what had happened, and they took one look at me and burst into tears. (Once this happened with a man.) Within a week the apartment we were supposed to move into with the baby fell through. Within three, my marriage had shattered. I started lactating. I continued bleeding. I cried ferociously and without warningâin bed, in the middle of meetings, sitting on the subway. It seemed to me that grief was leaking out of me from every orifice.
I could not keep the story of what had happened in Mongolia inside my mouth. I went to buy clothes that would fit my big body but that didnât have bands of stretchy maternity elastic to accommodate a baby who wasnât there. I heard myself tell a horrified saleswoman, âI donât know what size I am, because I just had a baby. He died, but the good news is, now Iâm fat.â Well-meaning women would tell me, âI had a miscarriage too,â and I would reply, with unnerving intensity, âHe was alive.â I had given birth, however briefly, to another human being, and it seemed crucial that people understand this. Often, after I told them, I tried to get them to look at the picture of the baby on my phone.
After several weeks I was looking at it only once a day. It was months before I got it down to once a week. I donât look at it much anymore, but people I havenât seen in a while will say, âIâm so sorry about what happened to you.â And their compassion pleases me.
But the truth is, the ten or twenty minutes I was somebodyâs mother were black magic. There is no adventure I would trade them for; there is no place I would rather have seen. Sometimes, when I think about it, I still feel a dark hurt from some primal part of myself, and if Iâm alone in my apartment when this happens I will hear myself making sounds that I never made before I went to Mongolia. I realize that I have turned back into a wounded witch, wailing in the forest, undone.
Most of the time it seems sort of okay, though, natural. Nature. Mother Nature. She is free to do whatever she chooses.
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