Aftermath
My miscarriage is no secret. Neither was my pregnancy. Announced by somebody other than myself, my baby’s presence was known from day one. I now have his name tattooed on my shoulder and his first ultrasound picture is on my Facebook. I wasn't afraid to talk about the miscarriage, but lots of people are. I want to take a slightly different approach and talk to you about the even less talked about part of miscarriage, the funeral side of things. The aftermath. When you have a miscarriage you have three options—options hastily explained to you minutes after finding out this pregnancy won’t be ending in tears of joy: The first is the “remains”can be disposed of via the hospital in a group cremation for “medical waste,” the second is a funeral and burial in a graveyard, and the third is a cremation.