“It’s feels like God is crying with us,” I told my wife on
our drive through a gentle rain to the hospital. The rest of the world seemed
to be going about as if it were just another Thursday morning but it was far
from that for us. Our eyes were filled with tears as this was the day that we
were going to the hospital to deliver our baby. Only we knew that our baby’s
heart was no longer beating and only his tiny body remained. Funny how your
life can be turned upside down when you least expect it.
Just a few days prior the week started off in a very normal
manor. We had a routine 16 week check-up with my wife’s OBGYN and I had met her
there that Monday afternoon at the clinic. We were talking about what to do
with our search for a minivan (now that we would have three kids to haul) and
other day to day things when the doctor came in the office. Everything seemed
good. The only question my wife had was about her shortness of breath which the
doctor said is perfectly normal. Everything seemed perfectly normal but that
was about to change. The doctor attempted to find the baby’s heartbeat with her
little microphone sonar thing and had trouble locating it. Of course we knew
this is more common than not so we didn’t think twice about it. Without even
hunting too much more the doctor said, “Let’s just see if we can do a quick
ultrasound. That would be more fun anyway.”
She suspected nothing unusual and told us she’d see us in a few weeks as
she turned us over to a ultrasound tech. Shortly after the ultrasound tech
started the ultrasound however, we knew something was wrong. We could see our
baby but absent was the flickering heart. “I’m going to go see if I can get the
doctor quick,” she told us. At that point there was no doubt that something was
wrong and we suspected the worse. I held my wife’s had and we said a prayer
together. The doctor came in, looked a bit at the screen and told us she was so
sorry but she was not seeing a heartbeat or any blood flow. Based on the size
of the baby the doctor told us it had to be something that had just happened
within the last couple of days. We knew this had to be the case as my wife had
felt the baby do a big summersault move for the first time the Wednesday prior.
We were in shock and devastated. The doctor talked with us
about our next options. It was all very overwhelming especially for my wife. At
this point in the pregnancy she was far enough along where they didn’t
recommend waiting to see if things would happen naturally though this was still
an option. They could also do an operation but the doctor was upfront with us
that our baby would not come out of that in one piece. The third option was to
be induced and deliver in the hospital. This was the option that my wife
immediately said she felt best about. Then we began to discuss timing of when
she should be induced. The doctor recommended not waiting too long but said it
didn’t have to be immediate either. She suggested in a couple of days when she
was going to be working in the hospital and could be there to help. At this
point my wife became even more distressed and emotional. That was the day her
good friend was scheduled to deliver her baby via cesarean. In fact they shared
the same doctor and would be in the same hospital. “I don’t think I can do it
that day,” my wife told her. We ended up opting for the following day on which
her doctor would still be there on call.
Her doctor was very good about explaining everything to us
and even teared up at one point as we inquired about if we needed to contact a
funeral home and other questions. She told us that this is the worst part of
her job and was very reassuring that these things happen and often we never
know why, but that it was nothing my wife did or didn’t do. My wife asked her
to reassure me as well explaining how the previous week, I had experienced a
dream in which someone was forcefully digging their fingers into my armpit. I
gave them a good elbow in my dream and unfortunately had struck my sleeping
wife’s chest at this point. It was very unintentional but at this point I did
wonder if it could have anything do with our baby’s death. The doctor assured
me it wasn’t but I still wondered if she might be just trying to make me feel
better.
They did search for a cause of death on the ultrasound as
much as they could but found nothing. We had had a scare earlier on in the
pregnancy and from what they could tell, the blood clot that had attached to
lining of my wife’s uterus was totally gone now and didn’t have anything to do
with this. This pregnancy had been a roller coaster ride of emotions for sure
from the start where we initially thought we were miscarrying due to bleeding
and cramping, then found out our baby was ok, only to find out a week later
that the bleeding was caused by this blood clot which was getting bigger and if
it didn’t go away our baby could not survive. We learned this right before we
had gone on a family vacation which was stressful. Upon our return however, the
clot mostly diminished and our baby looked to be growing normally and strong.
Everything seemed good now until all of a sudden we sat there looking at the
motionless ultrasound image of our baby. “I thought we were out of the woods,”
my wife told me as we left the clinic. “I thought we were too but life is lived
in the woods,” I told her. I held her and tried to be strong and comfort her
but the truth is we both were overwhelmed with pain and sadness.
Now unfortunately I had driven separately from work my wife
had to drive home by herself. I stood there by her as she sat and cried in the
car for the longest time. I hated to leave her and actually my phone buzzed
while standing there. Our daycare lady was wondering where we were as normally
we pick up our daughter for dance early on Monday and hadn’t shown up. I sent
her a quick text apologizing and telling her something had come up and we were
not going to make dance tonight. You realize in those moments that the world
keeps going even when our hearts feel like everything has stopped. I finally
did go and told my wife I’d pick up our son and daughter. As soon as I got in
my car I broke down and wept. I knew I needed to call our daycare lady though
so I did that and she was the first person I told our news to. She suspected
that something big had come up and that it might be related to the pregnancy.
She was shocked though that this had all happened out of the blue at a normal
appointment.
Next I tried calling my mom to tell her but I didn’t get
through. Now I was back to just me again. I turned on one of my favorite CDs by
the band For King and Country that happened to be in the CD player. I think
skipped a few songs before stopping on one called “Matter” which till that
point wasn’t necessarily one of my favorites or one I listed too much. The
words really spoke to me though almost as if I was telling my baby, “You
matter. I hope you know you matter.” I tear up occasionally but rarely cry. Now
the tears fell though and I really felt a deep pain moaning and losing my
breadth. I pulled it together to get my son and daughter. I didn’t want them to
find out this way though I was already wondering how I could possibly tell them
what was happening when they were so excited for their new baby sibling.
At home my wife was sitting there so sad. The kids began
playing together right away and finally I told them they needed to come over so
we could talk about something very important. I started by asking them if they
remember how when they had prayed for our dog (who is spade) to have a baby
that they needed to pray that if it ‘was God’s will’ she had a baby puppy she
would. And then I told them how God always hears our prayers but sometimes he
doesn’t give us what we ask for because he knows it would not be for the best.
I emphasized how we have prayed so much for the baby in their mom’s tummy and
at this point my 6 year old son started asking questions and finally asked
outright if our baby had died. I told him yes. Not quite sure what else I said
as he proceed to cry loudly for the next 10 minutes saying he didn’t want our
baby to die. I tried to hold and hug him and assured him that none of us wanted
that. It was painful to hear him crying but at the same time I didn’t want him
to feel like he couldn’t cry as I know he needed to express that sorrow. My 4
year old daughter on the other hand didn’t cry despite having been the one more
outwardly excited for her new sibling, but she had tears in her eyes and almost
seemed to be much more mature telling us that our baby was in heaven then. I
knew she was hurting inside just as much and so tried to comfort and hold both
of them. My wife was sitting on a chair while the rest of us were on the couch
and I know she felt alone so I had her come over and we all just sat there
crying and holding each other. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had
to do.
Unfortunately that was not the hardest part of this for my
wife. She had much more pain ahead of her. The kids kept us from wallowing in
our sorrow too much but at night my wife couldn’t sleep much. She would feel
discomfort from her baby bump as she still felt pregnant. Then after being
awake all the thoughts of what was happening would overwhelm her and she was
overwhelmed with great sadness. For the next few nights I tried to just sit
there with her and hold her, play with her hair or scratch her back while she
cried. There wasn’t much I could say but hopefully she knew how much I loved
her and wanted to take her pain away. Here she was carrying around the body of
her dead child for two whole days. And if that wasn’t enough, she had to
prepare to go through the pains of birthing our baby’s body. Childbirth is
painful and scary enough but to anticipate and go through it knowing that in
the end you will be holding a lifeless body and have to say goodbye is an
unbearably cruel reality.
While the nights seemed to last forever, those days went
fast for me as I tried to let close family know over the phone about what had
happened. It was hard to say the words and describe what was happening but it
helped to know that we had people praying for us. I also got a hold of our
parish priest who recommended a particular funeral home and worked with both of
them to arrange a little burial service in our church’s cemetery. We set it up
for the day after my wife was to be induced as we didn’t know how long it would
take for our child’s body to be delivered and this way I could let grandparents
and close family know the details in case they wanted to attend. We didn’t want
to wait too long however as we knew we needed closure and not to drag this out
any more then we already had to. It was challenging to get all this figured out
but it was something that both my wife and I wanted to have done.
I was dealing with plenty of my own emotions as well through
all of this. I wanted to be strong for everyone though and do what needed to be
done. The first night I told our kids a bedtime story (as I typically do) but
this time made it about some caterpillars who were very excited to learn that a
new caterpillar was going to be part of their lives. They wanted to make
paintings and play soccer with this new caterpillar but one day they found he
was all wrapped up in a cocoon. They waited anxiously and told him all about
the fun they were going to have but one day the cocoon was empty and they
couldn’t see the new caterpillar and were very sad. Then they heard a voice
coming from up above them and saw a beautiful butterfly soaring overhead. The
butterfly told them that he was the caterpillar but now he had wings. The two
caterpillars were happy for him but sad that they couldn’t be together. The
butterfly assured them that they would be together someday but for now they
needed to be there for each other and that he would always be flying over them
even if they couldn’t see him and they could still talk anytime they wanted. I
don’t know if they kids got correlation to the loss of our baby but it was
probably as much for me as for them.
Then that night I had my usual Holy Hour of Adoration at 11
pm. I had some choice words for Jesus as
I knelt there before him. “My baby and wife don’t deserve this and I don’t
understand this…you’re wrong,” I told him. I was sad and frustrated and felt
alone. Then I randomly opened up a book with journal entries/meditations from
the Diaries and visions of Saint Faustina and read the following:
“...At the moment of apparent absolute destruction, my
mission, now no longer hindered by anything, will begin. Such is the will of
God in this, and it will not change; although many persons will oppose it,
nothing will change God's will. (1388)
Today the Lord Jesus is giving me an awareness of Himself
and of His most tender love and care for me. He is bringing me to understand
deeply how everything depends on His will, and how He allows certain
difficulties precisely for our merit, so that our fidelity might be clearly
manifest. And through this, I have been given strength for suffering and
self-denial. (1409)
So today I submit myself completely and with loving
consent to Your holy will, O Lord, and to Your most wise decrees, which are
always full of clemency and mercy for me, though at times I neither understand
nor fathom them. O my Master, I surrender myself completely to You, who are the
rudder of my soul; steer it Yourself according to Your divine wishes. I enclose
myself in Your most compassionate Heart, which is a sea of unfathomable mercy.
(1450) “
I knew what Jesus was telling me. He was telling me to
trust him and I wanted to. I even told him that I trusted him but it’s not easy
when everything feels so wrong. I certainly didn’t have that “complete” consent
to His will but prayed that God would give me the grace to get there and for my
family.
And so this was my week up till that Thursday morning as
we drove into the hospital for the hardest day of my wife’s life. Every song on
the radio seemed to be sung for us. And we cried most of the way and prayed
together before entering the hospital. It felt surreal to be returning to the
place we had so many happy memories of our daughter’s birth for such a
different kind of experience. In a way the time preceding this was our agony in
garden. We knew what needed to be done and thinking about that and coming to
terms with it was arguably nearly as painful as doing it. There were constant
reminders of the joys we had lost as we checked into the birthing center. We
had to wait outside watching excited people and pregnant mothers go by.
The staff there were excellent though and took us down to
a private room at the end of the birthing center wing. There a rose was
attached to the door letting people know that our room was different. Our nurse
was very kind and understanding and we learned she had gone through a similar
loss as well. She helped us get situated and explained everything that would
happen and all of our options. In a moment of levity the nurse asked if my wife
had taken any medications to which she mentioned that her mom had given her
some kind of prescription to help her sleep the night before. When her doctor
heard this she told us that she liked my wife’s mom already. But then proceed
to tell that my wife would need to be tested for drugs as part of a routine
procedure. She didn’t mean to insinuate anything but the proximity of these
comments was rather amusing.
My wife’s mom and aunt were helping us with our children
that day and had gotten them ready and taken them to school and daycare. They
showed up at the hospital a little later and visited some. The day was long and
difficult. At one point in the afternoon I could tell things had drastically
changed and my wife was in pain so I called the nurse in and everyone thought
we were close as the nurse could feel the uterus and the doctor had my wife
push. It was real labor and I could tell she was in a lot of pain plus she felt
overwhelmed that everything was happening so fast. They did give her some pain
meds but she opted not to do an epidural as she wanted to be able to leave as
quickly as possible. Then things seemed to slow and she was resting. Our first
nurse had stayed later then she was supposed to thinking that we were so close
which was nice but now a new one started who was actually very nice and good as
well. I actually left the room briefly to take care of some #2 business
thinking that we could be there a while so this would be a good time. I then
got a call from her mom who was with her in the room. I didn’t even answer the
phone but raced back running down the hall. My wife was in tears and told me it
was all done. The nurse had had her sit up to check something and everything
just slide out.
This moment was full of emotions. I felt terrible that I
hadn’t been there for my wife through this moment. I felt relieved that she was
physically through the worst part of this experience. I felt excited that we
now would get to see our little child who had become such a huge part of our
lives. And I felt immense sadness knowing that our child was gone along with so
many dreams and only the shell of a body remained. As if all this wasn’t
enough, in this moment I also experience one of the most wondrous sites of my
life. My wife’s water had never broken and the sack the baby was in lay there
completely in tack. Seeing it laying there was this surreal look into life
before birth. Sure we see ultrasound pictures and artist renderings but to
physically see our baby in this transparent protective ball was an amazing
experience. You could see his hands, feet, ears and face. Who get’s to see
that? It was beautiful and fascinating to behold and had it not been for all
the other emotions, this would have been one of the highlights of my life. As
it was however, it was one of many complicated feelings that combined together.
I tried to comfort my wife as we waited for the doctor. I
got my camera out as well and snapped a few pictures. I wanted to be able to
look back and see my child but at the same time didn’t want to be a
photojournalist today either. This was a huge moment for us and despite the
pain I wanted to experience it with my wife. Finally the doctor came in and
punctured the sac so we could remove our baby. Our baby looked so innocent and
tiny all curled up. I got to cut the tiny cord and then the doctor pointed out
the cord was wrapped multiple time around our baby’s neck and this was the
apparent cause of death. Then the doctor looked to see if we could determine
the sex of the baby and we all saw a little protrusion that indicated our baby
was a boy. We held the body of our little son and touched his perfect fingers.
His mount had a little smile on it that reminded me of our other kids and at
one point it opened up forming a little ‘O’ shape. Our baby was a perfect
little person except something was missing. We both cried and talked to him as
we held him. I didn’t know how I’d feel holding him but when I did I broke down
and sobbed and sobbed. It was that kind of crying where you just don’t care
about anything else, who’s there or what will come next. Part of us was gone. I
wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
Our kids had wanted to see their sibling and we had told
them we would have to see and make a decision after he was born. We decided it
was best not to have them see him. He was actually very well preserved and very
beautiful to behold. Much more so then I had expected. But even with a little
doll sized hat and blanket that the hospital provided (they were donated by a
past patient who had gone through a similar situation), this wasn’t the baby
they pictured in their mind and I didn’t want to take that image away from
them. They were grieving in their own way. Our daughter had drawn a beautiful
picture for her brother and Isaiah’s whole Kindergarten class had made us letters
with pictures telling us they were praying for our baby and us and were sorry
for us. It was cool to see how his teacher and class was there for him. Reading
the messages from all of them meant so much.
We didn’t stick around the hospital any later then we had
to that night. As soon as my wife was cleared to leave we said our goodbyes to
our baby boy offering him to our Mother Mary’s care and headed for home. There
was a certain emptiness as we got back in our car. The rain was still falling
and we said very little on the way back. Then when we were just a few minutes
from our house, the rain let up and we saw a faint rainbow ahead of us. It was
a little sign that meant so much. It was like our baby boy was trying to
comfort us in our grief and let us know that he was ok and we would be too.
That night I had a difficult time sleeping. It was such
an emotional day. One that was difficult but also one I never wanted to forget.
I kept thinking about everything that had happened and especially holding my
son’s body. Finally I got out of bed and wrote the following poem.
His body lay there in
my hand
and I felt so very broken.
and I felt so very broken.
My baby never cried
or made
the smallest whimpering sound
the smallest whimpering sound
Instead it was my
eyes from which
tears came flowing down
tears came flowing down
I'll never get to
calm his fears
or walk him late at night
or walk him late at night
I'll never be able to
make him laugh
or see him marvel at the light
or see him marvel at the light
All I have are a few
short moments
with his peaceful tiny body
with his peaceful tiny body
Little hands and tiny
feet
so innocent and lovely
so innocent and lovely
I lift his little
hand in mine
which wraps around my finger
which wraps around my finger
And on his face a
little smile I spy
which makes him look even sweeter
which makes him look even sweeter
The pain I feel I'd
never wish
on an enemy or a friend
on an enemy or a friend
But when I think of
the joy he's given
I'd go through it all again
I'd go through it all again
I gently kiss his
little forehead
good-bye's are never fun.
good-bye's are never fun.
I pray God holds hold
him in His arms
like I know I'd have done.
like I know I'd have done.
What color would his
eyes have been
In this life I'll never know
In this life I'll never know
But someday we'll
meet again in heaven
and then I'll see their glow”
and then I'll see their glow”
The next morning got a bit crazy as we tried to get all of
us ready and out the door for our baby’s burial service. My wife’s mom was with
us to help and it’s probably a good thing. It seemed like everything that could
go wrong did including my son’s button popping off his pants and my little girl
refusing to wear her tights. Then out of the blue it started snowing outside.
The forecast had called for sunshine and a warm spring day but here we had
giant flakes of snow covering the ground. We finally got out the door and
stopped at a flower shop to get some roses for the kids to leave at the cemetery.
Our daughter brought the picture she had made and our son brought a little
stuffed animal blanket that they had picked up for their sibling while with
Grandma the day before. These items we figured could be buried with our son.
At the cemetery, a man from the funeral home was waiting for
us along with other close family. Our priest arrived soon and we all went over
to a little plot that was dug behind a head stone that was for unborn babies. A
little wooden box holding our son was brought out and Father said some prayers.
We placed the kids items in the box and then placed the box in the ground. It was
a very short service. My son stood bravely by his mother and my daughter just
wanted to bury her face in my shoulder. After standing there in silence for a
bit, I started saying the “Our Father” prayer and everyone there joined in. “Thy
kingdom come, they will be done.” Tough words to say but it is what we believe
and that trust is such a huge part of our faith.
After the service, family joined us at a restraint for a
little lunch. Then everyone left and it was just the four of us again. It was
good to have a little family time and the truth is the kids kept us going. We
couldn’t stop life to feel too sorry for ourselves. But we still mourned and at
times just had to sit and hold each other. The days and weeks that followed were full of
difficult moments. Little things would trigger thoughts of our son, such as at
church that Sunday when they sang “Behold the Lamb.” The words took on new
meaning… “Those who were in the dark are thankful for the sunlight…. Gentle one, Child of God, Join with us at this table….Cradle
us with love.” Kneeling there holding my maker I knew that my little one now
does behold the Lamb face to face. I felt very close to him in that moment. It
was difficult though and my wife was in tears through much of that Mass and
many that followed. Our older son was so sweet though as he put his arm around
her as he has seen me do to comfort her.
Together we got
through and things got better. Not
that the pain was ever fully gone. There still is a part of us that is empty
but with time we’ve learned to move forward. Our friends and
family had been so supportive and encouraging to us and that has been such a
wonderful thing to see. This whole experience has changed me a great deal. Not
in a grand sweeping way, but rather it focused me and gave me a new perspective
on life. It sounds cliché but each moment is a gift and I realized how fleeting
life is. All we really have is the day in front of us and the people we
encountering in the now. I’m resolved to live in the present and make the
present the very best I can for my wife and kids. That has been one of the many
blessings to come out of this whole thing. It’s hard to know why something like
this happens and given the choice I would have had it happen differently no
doubt, but one thing is for sure. I’m thankful for the time I had with my son
and that he is part of our family. To paraphrase a few words my brother sent us
with some flowers, “The gift of life is a blessing! And while my heart grieves
for our earthly loss, I’m [glad we were] given such a great gift.”
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