Bereaved Mother’s Day

I stand in the in between, with celebrating this day as well as next Sunday… I am a mother whose arms are longing to hold her newborn son and remembering all seven of her babies gone too soon… but I also am blessed to have the hugs of my little girl… nothing can prepare you for the death of your baby…the six miscarriages prior were devastating, but nothing compares to the pain of losing your baby, of birthing your baby who has already died…of holding that lifeless body in your arms wishing if you just prayed hard enough his little chest would begin to rise and fall and his heart would start to beat from the love that you have for him… if love could have saved him, he would live forever… 

I have been wanting to write for the last few days, but the days kept ending and the pages stayed blank. I had my six week post partum appointment on Thursday… yes, after you birth your dead baby you still have to continue with everything a new mother has to do, which includes the six week post partum appointment. I watched pregnant women coming in and out of the office and I cried inside. I took the post partum depression test, which clearlynis miscontrued due to the grief. We went over pathology that came back regarding my placenta. There was infection present but we will never know if the infection was there first or was it a result of Parker being dead inside of me. Was it souly a “cord accident” that took his life, maybe. Was it a combination? Who knows. Its hard not to go back and dissect everything that happened in the pregnancy. I had a tough 3rd trimester, I did have on again off again fevers, I had chills a lot and bad night sweats and generally was not feeling well. We chalked it up to pregnany, age, chasing a toddler. But maybe this was a sign that something was wrong, this was something we shouldve listened to. Yet we will never know if angthung could’ve or wouldve been different. I will always wonder. Even though they say that theyve case conferenced this with the team of doctors numerous times, and it always comes down to nothing could have been done differently. I dont truly believe that, at least not at this time. More accurately I guess I dont accept that at this time. The Sunday before we found out you were gone I felt you moving less. I ate the just reds Starburst jellybeans to get you going. I thought I was feeling you but now I am not aure it was you or contractions. Either way, I cant throw that bag of jellybeans away now and I cant eat them again.. they remind me of the last time you were perhaps alive inside of me, or at least that I thought you were. We will never know when you died.

I return to work tomorrow, on a Monday, I hate Mondays. I don’t want to return to work. My anxiety is super high and I have motivation or drive to work. I want to remain home, spending time alone, with the dogs or with Jordyn. I dont want to be around people 8 hours a day, I dont want to deal with certain things or certain people. But unfortunately I have to return and tomorrow is the day…

I miss you Parker James, so much that it physically hurts… the hole your absence has left is gaping wide open and nothing will fill it…

The heaviest emptiness…

Its Monday again, the day of the weel that has been forever changed as its the day I lost you…7 weeks since we found out you were gone. It feels like it was so long ago that I held you in my arms… I saw a quote that said “nothing is heavier than holding the weight of your dead baby”… those words are so true… and the heaviness is not only your lifeless body, but the heaviness that suffoctes your heart for the rest of your existence…my arms ache to.hold you, cuddle you, hug you…My.lips long to kiss you and smile at you as you gaze up at me…my eyes wish to stare at you with love and joy at just how beautiful you are…my nose wishes to smell your scent and your dirty diapers, anything and everything of you….my ears ring from yhe silence, longing to hear your coos, your cries, your breathing and beating heart…I miss you so much. It is so insane that I can be so heavy while I am so empty…what an oxymoron…everyone asks how I am doing and more often than not I answer that I am ok…people dont want to feel my heaviness, dont want to be part of the emptiness, dont want to truly accept that I will never be ok again, that I will never be hole again, that I am forever changed…..it is to dark to want to be a part of my reality, so lets continue to pretens that I am ok… that my life is moving on even though in reality my world as I knew it stopped moving on March 7 when your heart stopped beating… yes, my world continues on, but it will never ever be the same nor should it. I will forever have a 4.7lb emptiness inside of me that cant be filled…and that is you my sweet Parker, my handsome boy….. and that will be the heaviest 4.7lbs I will carry until the end of time…

Six weeks…

6 weeks today since the light in my world dimmed…6 weeks since my body stopped being your home, your lifeline and became your tomb where you died…Mondays would have been the day of your weekly picture with the elephant on the grey chair in Jordyns room where we would see how much you grew and changed… now Mondays are filled with sadness and anxiety and you remain forever unchanged, forever 4.7lbs, 17.5inches.  Yesterday we would’ve taken cute Easter pictures… your 1st Easter, cute little bunny ears, Jordyn wearing the shirt we ordered her before we lost you, “Will trade brother for Easter eggs”… it was such an innocent shirt that made us giggle, what I wouldnt give tp trade a million golden eggs to have you back…the words I miss you don’t even begin to touch the depth of how much I miss you, how much I long to snuggle with you and hold you…kiss your little face, let your little fingers grip mine, a grip I never got to feel…the smell of you lingers, not the sweet babyfresh smell, but the hospital death smell…so many things I will never get to hear, see, touch or smell. I will never hear you call me mama, I will never get to see your eyes staring into mine, I will never get to touch you and never get to smell you after a bath, all lotioned up…and those are just a few… Six weeks ago the light in my world dimmed… this picture shows the dimming of the light…the difference in the birth of a life baby verse a dead one… light verse dark…

Monday…

Its Monday again, I hate Mondays now…Monday is when we found out you were gone…Monday is when we heard those dreaded words, the ones that echo in my head, “There is no heartbeat”…Monday is when I birthed you, still, silent, lifeless…such a beautiful disaster that was…Monday is when the “before” me died and became the “after” me…Monday is when my world stopped and I entered the nightmare of living without you…Monday is when my heart shattered into a million little pieces never to be whole again…Monday is when I longed to rewind or fast forward time, but instead time stayed still…Monday was the absolute worst day of my life, a day that I can not erase…it’s Monday again, I hate Mondays now…

National siblings day for my daughter whose siblings reside in heaven…

I hnfortunately awoke early this morning…all I wanted was to sleep but sleep escaped me. I laid in bed dreading the day ahead. I have no motivation, no desire to keep going through the daily motions at this point. I don’t want respinsibilities right now, I want to disappear for awhile. After lying in bed for awhile realizing my will to disappear was not working and this indeed is my reality, I peeled myself begrudgingly out of bed. I scroll on facebook and see it’s “national siblings day” and immediately my heart sinks… My daughters brother who would just be joining us or maybe would be a few weeks old is not here… he is gone… gone forever… my daughters siblings, all seven of them are in heaven. I won’t be able to watch them play together, argue with one another, laugh with one another and love one another… my daughter is being robbed of her experience of being a sister, to a living sibling at least… that thought breaks my heart all over again and saddens me to the core. I hate it. Hate that Jordyn was robbed of life with her baby brother. I didnt take any pictures of Jordyn with the bump, when Parker was still alive inside my belly. That makes me sad… feelings of guilt fill my head…guilt for no pictures, guilt for not giving Jordyn a living sibling, guilt for what happened to Parker.. guilt for wanting no responsibility, for wanting to disappear … the loss of your child breaks you in ways you didnt know was possible…it changes everything about you and how you think and feel…it makes simple days harder…National Siblings day, a simple day named by someone to make another “day” becomes yet another trigger that you werent ready for or expecting…

39 weeks…

Today I would have been 39 weeks… “in the home stretch” titles the ovia email I received today… there is no home stretch, there is no big belly, there is no 39 weeks…instead its my empty womb, my tortured head, my broken heart… today would have most likely been induction day since I was high risk and advanced maternal age. Today would have been that joyous, exciting day we had waited for. That we dreamed of for so long… but instead I sent out paperwork so I could receive a certificate of birth resulting in stillbirth…sad that we have to request this since we birthed you our angel…although to medicine you are considered a “fetus” fetal death certificate is what we received. No HE was not just a fetus, he was our child, our SON, our beautiful loved and wanted baby boy.  All of our hopes and dreams for you shattered with the words, ‘there is no heartbeat “.  I am sorry Parker, that I could not protect you, that I could not keep you safe… a mothers job and I didnt fulfill that. Its hard not to feel that I failed you. The what if’s fill my head… but that doesnt change the fact that you are gone… that I am not 39 weeks pregnant today…that our house no longer holds all the things that we had to welcome you home. That your sister, who would have been the best older sister will only know of you through pictures and words from mama’s. She never got to meet you, she was robbed of that… I never took pictures of her with my bump while you were still inside… regrets, I have them… I wish I was feeling you kick right now and that I was hooked up to the monitor at the hospital listening to your heart waiting your for grand entrance. Instead I sit with my womb empty and silent…arms longing to hold you…snuggle you… how I wish I could have protected you, saved you… if only my love for you could have saved you then you would still be here. I love you sweet Parker James, today and always… I promise that you will forever be spoken about and your story is not over, I will keep it alive…

March 7, 2022

March 7, 2022 was by far the worst day of my life… it was the day that we said both hello and goodbye to you sweet baby boy… the day we found out at 34wks4days your heart stopped beating…the day that I birthed you, stillborn but still born…lets start with the day before. I spiked a fever over 101 and called the midwive. I also was feeling you move less but had been feeling that way for a little while and figured it was due to less room in the womb…and your heartbeat had been nice and strong at the last two appointments. And maybe your movement was just different then your sisters had been .. so anyway, back to March 6. I was advised to take tylenol, eat something sugary and drink something cold and monitor movement. I took the tylenol, ate some red Starburst jellybeans, ok more than some because they were yummy and drank cold water… I believed I was feeling you move, although looking back it may have been the start of contractions or you just kind of floating, but I will never know… I will always question and replay that day over and over. My midwife called me back after an hour and we decided that the movement was sufficient and that I would come in the following day for an NST. I was due to begin weekly NST and growth scans at MFM on March 8, but for piece of mind I would be going March 7 to my midwife….. so I woke up on March 7 and dropped Jordyn off to school. Called the midwives office and I was due in around 12 or so for my nst. I got to my appointment and left my urine. Then the assistant took me to a room and began to hook up the NST machine… she found whay she believed to be the heartbeat, stayed for a few minutes and then left stating she would be back soon. She came back with the midwife who was looking at the readings and then began adjusting the monitor as she said it had been my heartbeat they were picking up. She was having difficulty finding Parker’s heartbeat and said its usually the position the baby is in. She had me lie on one sode, then the other, but that wasnt helping. She said that she wanted to do an ultrasound just to get his exact position so we walked to another room. She began the ultrasound but I was unable to see the screen. She said she couldnt quite get what she needed and she would be right back, she was going to get an us tech to help her. Shw was gone for what felt like forever and came back to say there was no tech or doctor to help so she was going to send me to L&D for more monitoring. One of the other midwives was there and would be waiting for me. I told her I was beginning to panic and she said don’t panic yet, lets just be cautious (or something along those lines). I know now that you were already gone at this point, that she could not find your heartbeat but she was hoping that she was wrong.  I got in my car to begin the drive to the hospital and called Sarah who kept me calm during the drive. She knew it wasnt good, but kept me calm so I could drive… I got to the hospital and waited on line to get in (thank you COVID) and went right to L&D. I was met by the nurse Emily who took me to my room. Jackie the midwife came in and said we were going to do another ultrasound… she placed the probe on my belly and there was silence… no heartbeat…no cardiac activity…no movement from you…I immediately began crying…she said the words, I am so sorry, there is no heartbeat, there is no cardiac activity… This could not be happening…rhis could not be real…I was having a nightmare and would wake up shortly, right? I tried calling Amanda, but she was sleeping and her phone was on do not disturb. I called our neighbor crying and told her she had to go wake Amanda up immediately. Amanda called me and I had to tell her that Parker was gone, he died, there was no heartbeat. That I am at the hospital and I have to birth our dead baby…she began crying and said she would be right there… Jackie told me another doctor had to come in and confirm there was no heartbeat, so again we were greeted by deafening silence on the ultrasound machine as this doctor confirmed you had died. Jackie stayed by my side for over an hour waiting for Amanda to get there. I called Lee and told her what happened and she immediately said she was on her way. I called my mother and began to let others know that we lost our beloved son, that our babyboy no longer had a heartbeat, that he had died.  Amanada and Lee got to the hospital and we were told by Jackie that there were things we needed to discuss.  These things included if we wanted an autopsy, if I wanted an epidural, if we wanted to hold him and have pictures, where we would have his funeral, who would pick up his dead body… who ever thinks they will be planning their baby boys funeral while in the hospital…deciding wether or not you want his body cut open to determine or not determine cause of death. I was given cytotec vaginally to begin induction…I was 1cm dilated at this time. I was told to get the epidural immediately when I began to feel anything. Once I began to feel contractions I received the epidural. As I was sitting on the bed I looked over and the gel bottle had your name on it, Parker. It was the first sign you sent that you were with us… your spirit was with us… Jackie checked me again and manually broke my water to get things moving. They started me on Pitocin. Our nurse Emily was ending her shift and introduced us to Karen and Isabella our nurses for the evening. Cris, our other midwife came to visit us and be there with us. It meant a lot to have the support we did,  between Lee, Cris, Jackie and Reverend Scott. It was a day and night filled with tears and sadness. No happy, excitement of the joyous moment of your birth. It was tears, sadness and shock waiting to birth you… after 11pm I began feeling pressure and told the nurses to get Jackie, that Parker was coming… she came in and examined me and after two pushes, at 11:46pm you were here…the room during the birth of a stillborn is so different then when birthing a living baby. It was Amanda, Lee, Jackie and one nurse. There was no team waiting for the baby, there was no excitement and joy, there was no scream or cry from a baby. SILENCE… there was nothing.but deafening silence… the words of Jackie stating as you came out, the cord is around his neck…Amanda cut the umbilical cord and they placed a silent, still Parker on my chest. You were perfect Parker, in every single way…4lbs7oz of perfection…your little button nose, your big hands and feet, your little pursed lips….you looked just like your sister. In my head I kept waiting for your eyes to open, your chest to rise, your little cry to start… but none of this happened…you laid there still, silent, and perfect…Jackie delivered my placenta next and after looking at it she said it was extremely calcified, which was abnormal for this stage… they would be doing further testing and pathology on the placenta… we made the decision not to move forward with the autopsy because cause of death was the cord with the placenta issue potentially impacting it as well. Everyone left the room and allowed Amanda and I to have time alone with our boy. We held him, we cried, we took pictures. We stared in disbelief at our lifeless beautiful boy trying to make sense out of a senseless situation.  This was not how this day was supposed to be, this was not what we planned. We made it this far and thought we were safe and in the home stretch. How wrong we were, you are never safe. We cried, we questioned why… why Parker, why us? Just how much does someone have to endure in life. How much trauma, how much heartache. We could not get over just how handsome you were, how perfect, how beautiful… Jackie and Karen came back in after awhile and took you to clean you and dress you. They also took pictures of you for us. They brought you back along with a cuddle cot. Most people dont know what that is, why would they. It is a little place for the baby to rest that gets plugged in and remains cool so the baby can remain with you for a longer period…it is perserving your dead baby so they dont begin to decompose. Yes, that is the heartbreaking reality that you face on what should be one of the happiest days…we held Parker all night long. We took more pictures, we listened continuously to Godspeed by the Dixie Chicks as we held you and sang to you. We tried to memorize everything about you as this was our only time we would ever have with you. We also looked at ultrasound pictures of you and that was when Amanda spotted the one wear you looked like you had angel wings… who wouldve known we would give birth to an angel. At one point we looked up and on the wall and the light cast what looked like angel wings, again, another sign from you that you were with us. Jackie and the nurses continued to gently check in with us all through the night. We never slept, how could we miss one second awake with you knowing we would soon be saying goodbye forever. We spent less then 24 hours with you my sweet baby boy and now must spend a lifetime without you. How unfair is that? We never got to see your eyes, would they be blue, green or grey like Jordyns? We never get to see you smile, would you have the cute dimples like your sister? Never heard you cry, never felt your finger grip ours the nevers are endless. I am so grateful that we got the pictures, tangible memories we have of you. Our way to show the world how beautiful and perfect you were. That we got to hold you and kiss you. I did not want to leave you. Handing you to Cris and saying our final goodbye was the hardest thing ever. I wanted to take you home with us… instead I was wheeled out of the hospital with empty arms and an empty womb… leaving you, our precious son behind… physically we left you behind but you are forever in our hearts…on the drive home, the first that played was our song for you, Godspeed. Thank you for the sign Parker and godspeed little man…