“Inside, I am dying” – Meghan McCain speaks candidly about the pain of miscarriage

Political pundit and co-host of ABC’s “The View,” Meghan McCain opened up about a personal experience to her in an Op-Ed published by the New York Times . McCain shared that early in July she suffered a miscarriage and lost a child that she had yet to announce that she was carrying:

“A few weeks ago, I was part of the photo shoot for The New York Times Magazine’s cover story about ABC’s ‘The View,'” McCain said in the piece published on Friday. “It should have been a moment of triumph — a vindication of the show’s significance as a place at the center of political debate, a ratings boom, a must for the top tier of presidential candidates. I should have been proud. I knew my father would have been proud.”

The daughter of the late Sen. John McCain and self-described conservative spoke of what it was like for her to experience the mental anguish while not sharing it with her friends on the show.

“I look back at those pictures now, and I see a woman hiding her shock and sorrow. I am posed for the camera, looking stern and strong, representing my fellow conservative women across the country. But inside, I am dying. Inside, my baby is dying,” McCain said.

“I missed a few days of work. It wasn’t many, but given the job I have, it was enough to spark gossip about why I would be away from “The View.” This was not supposed to be public knowledge. I have had my share of public grief and public joy. I wish this grief — the grief of a little life begun and then lost — could remain private.”

The political commentator later in her piece spoke to why she choose to speak up about her experience:

“I am not hiding anymore,” McCain said. “My miscarriage was a horrendous experience and I would not wish it upon anyone.

“I had a miscarriage. I loved my baby, and I always will. To the end of my days I will remember this child — and whatever children come will not obscure that. I have love for my child. I have love for all the women who, like me, were briefly in the sisterhood of motherhood, hoping, praying and nursing joy within us, until the day the joy was over.

“You are not alone.

“When my father passed, I took refuge in the hope that someday we would be united in the hereafter. I still imagine that moment, even as I trust that a loving God will see it happen. Now I imagine it a bit differently. There is my father — and he is holding his granddaughter in his hands.”