Low Point: Memorial
There is no way to capture the deadening sadness that comes with being a tomb. To travel through your days with a stillborn child residing in your womb is a sorrow that defies description. I have made this journey, with Simeon warm, then cold, under my ribs. Now my sister-in-law walks the same path, her unborn child curled beneath her heart, his own heart ominously still and black on the sonogram screen.
“She lost the baby,” people will say. But Rachel and I both know that there was no misplacement of this child. We knew exactly where he was. We felt his birth, held his still frame. We have –or will– scatter his ashes, speak his name through tears. We did not lose him, he just slipped by too fast.
…sitting here in the silence…I can’t even begin to imagine. Holding all four of you here in the light…I will continue to sit here in the silence with you…and for you.
thank you wes, you are a dear soul.
r
To be both womb and tomb - how terribly sad. I’m glad she has you to mourn with.
There is something particularly evil about the language of this horror.
“Miscarried”
“Lost”
“Terminated”
My prayers are with your sister.
Our neighbour and friend, H., just gave birth. The baby could not be rescuscitated. While we are numb and in shock, none of us is in the place she is–or you have been. Our prayers are for you both.
it was many years ago . . . she was 7 months pregnant . . . we had begun to buy clothing . . . this pair of little booties almost killed us both . . . her name was tiffany . . . when we speak her name it is STILL with tearful eyes that we enbrace even in public . . . we were there . . . together . . . with her and now she has gone before us . . . to the peace of Christ +
thank you everyone for stepping into this story, and for weaving our tales together.
isaiah david was delivered last week, 5.5 inches long, 47 grams. His mother lost 1,000cc’s of blood and is slowly recovering. we appreciate your continued prayers and commraderie.
shalom,
rachelle
Nikolaki James, my grandson, was delivered this morning at 3 AM EDT, 21″, 7 lb 3 oz. All is well. Prayers of gratittude and joy mixed with prayers of hope, and prayers of mourning. Life, in all its complexity.
I was so moved by this. I was “a tomb” for two horrid months and no one would listen to me when I tried to tel them with out saying the words, “the baby is dead”.
A tomb. What a revelation.
I ask the Blessed Virgin, the mother of mothers to interceed, and hold baby in her capable, loving hands–the same hands that held God Incarnate.
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