Somebody rather dear to me lost her baby last week. She was 3 weeks away from her due date when the baby stopped moving. Imagine the devastation, imagine the trauma. Hubby and me went to see them the nite we found out. I don’t know about the next person but personally, no amount of rational thinking can possibly prepare a mother to brave such a tragedy.
I cried for the baby, for the parents. And to quote her, she would never ever wish this on even her worst enemy. That emptiness, that after delivery pain and looking around for a baby who is not there. Who knows why it happened. A cruel blow, that’s what it was. Yes, theoretically the baby died because the cord got twisted in such a way that it cut off his food and oxygen supply. But who’s to say how it went wrong so suddenly and all the what ifs in the world aint gonna bring him back to life anyway.
Yes this was not to be their first child, merely their first boy. But with age catching up, the news of the baby was something that all of us were thrilled with. And now he’s gone. Just a fleeting precious moment.
During the surgery, she asked should they proceed with putting a halt to her child bearing days as they had initially planned during the C-section. Yes, he said. But don’t you want to try again, don’t you want a boy..? You already gave me a boy..I just don’t want to see you go through this ever again, he replied.
Why did you not take a picture of him, she asked later. I don’t remember his face..Because I do not want you to go through more pain, he answered.
I felt for them..I cried and the thought of it all can still make me cry.
How do you survive such a tragedy? How do you go on after such pain..? You just do, I guess. You tell yourself he’s in a better place. You convince yourself God knows better. Then you cry yourself to sleep.
Sweet dreams little baby..they say you will wait for your mommy…I pray to God she will get to see you one day..
I cried for the baby, for the parents. And to quote her, she would never ever wish this on even her worst enemy. That emptiness, that after delivery pain and looking around for a baby who is not there. Who knows why it happened. A cruel blow, that’s what it was. Yes, theoretically the baby died because the cord got twisted in such a way that it cut off his food and oxygen supply. But who’s to say how it went wrong so suddenly and all the what ifs in the world aint gonna bring him back to life anyway.
Yes this was not to be their first child, merely their first boy. But with age catching up, the news of the baby was something that all of us were thrilled with. And now he’s gone. Just a fleeting precious moment.
During the surgery, she asked should they proceed with putting a halt to her child bearing days as they had initially planned during the C-section. Yes, he said. But don’t you want to try again, don’t you want a boy..? You already gave me a boy..I just don’t want to see you go through this ever again, he replied.
Why did you not take a picture of him, she asked later. I don’t remember his face..Because I do not want you to go through more pain, he answered.
I felt for them..I cried and the thought of it all can still make me cry.
How do you survive such a tragedy? How do you go on after such pain..? You just do, I guess. You tell yourself he’s in a better place. You convince yourself God knows better. Then you cry yourself to sleep.
Sweet dreams little baby..they say you will wait for your mommy…I pray to God she will get to see you one day..
