Showing posts with label miscarriage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label miscarriage. Show all posts

Friday, June 12, 2009

celeste

Today we said goodbye to Celeste.

She was 11 weeks and 1 day from conception, measured perfectly to the day on Wednesday. My sister-in-law went in for a routine pregnancy checkup.

There was no heartbeat. The routine quickly became non-routine, and the D&C was scheduled for today. With tears in her eyes, she told me, "I keep thinking that someone is going to call me and tell me this is a joke."

She had dreamed that morning that she was bleeding, perhaps an unconscious anxiety after having a miscarriage in December. Or perhaps her body's way of letting her mind know that something was wrong.

It's harder than the first one, they agree. And can they withstand another miscarriage, they wonder. But that conversation waits until they pass this "for worse" moment in their marriage.

They might hold Noah a little closer and hug him a little tighter for awhile. They are so grateful for their beautiful 18-month old son.

It seemed important to me to name this child, and as I drove home, I thought "Celeste". It seems appropriate that it means "heavenly", because today she flew home to her Heavenly Father as we opened our reluctant hands and let her go.

Ah, Celeste. We miss you. There is some comfort knowing that we will see you in heaven.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

sweetie pie


Such joy not long ago as my brother shared the news that he and his wife were expecting their second child. Noah, aka "Sweet Pea", is nearly one year old--so "Sweetie Pie" was expected almost exactly 18 months later.

Such sorrow this Wednesday when we found that Sweetie Pie had died, and that Debbie would have to go in for a D&C the next day.

Oh, we can tell ourselves that these things happen for a reason... I ask whether that is simply an effort to short-circuit the sadness over a beautiful child that we must now wait to meet in heaven. There will almost certainly be other children, there will definitely be other joys! The fact remains that our arms ache for Sweetie Pie.

We will hold Noah close and rejoice in his mischievous explorations and his wondrous laugh. We will celebrate the miracle that is Noah. And we will hold Sweetie Pie in our hearts, though our meeting is delayed.