Baby Loss Awareness Week 2017

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Today marks the start of Baby Loss Awareness Week for 2017. I’d always feel sad seeing posts from friends who had lost their babies taking part in the WAVE OF LIGHT on social media. How must they be feeling? This year, I know.

To be honest, I don’t really feel anything at this moment in time but my emotions are up and down each day.

Who said time heals? It gets easier with time? I’m not experiencing this at all. Is this how i’m supposed to feel? That’s just it, for each parent that has lost a child, our feelings are unique. I’m beginning to realise this more and more each day. The worst thing you can do in this situation is compare your grief.

So this month has been difficult. It’s only the 9th October and so far, two people think i’m pregnant because I still have my enlarged stomach. I was heavily pregnant at the start of this year. If you know me, by 3 months pregnant, I always look like 6 months pregnant. I have big babies and I ALWAYS show very early due to this.
Destiny is no longer with us, but if she was, would my enlarged stomach be a topic? I don’t think it would be because people would be thinking, ‘she’s just had a baby’

That’s just it! I did just HAVE A BABY! I’ve been pregnant 3 times and I carried our third baby for 5 months. I gave birth to her on January 2nd 2017. Just because she’s dead, it doesn’t mean that my body shouldn’t look like a woman that has birthed a child this year.

My body went through the worst pain! I wanted to feel it ALL because I knew that she was gone and we couldn’t bring her home.

I am a mother of 3. Do you agree? If a woman has 3 living children and one sadly dies, does she forget all knowledge of that child and just tell people that she only has two children? Would other people tell others that she is a mother of 3 but one sadly died or would they say that she is a mother of 2?

I guess it doesn’t matter who agrees because again, it’s down to the grieving individuals. Some parents don’t wish to see their babies once they have died. Are they wrong? People do what they have to in order to get through a difficult situation.

I brought this topic up in a counselling session last month. My counsellor did happen to agree with me. It doesn’t matter how many memories I was able to make with Destiny. She was here. She was conceived, she died peacefully in my womb, I brought her body into the world and I buried her body. Destiny Jayde Clarke EXISTED and she IS my third child.

I am a proud mother of 3 and this year, we have a REAL angel for our Christmas tree.

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10:45pm

On Monday 2nd January, I gave birth to our dead baby girl.

This was the most traumatic experience for any me and I had a pain and sadness that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.

After realising that our baby had died, I wasn’t even thinking of how we would remove her from my body. I was just in total shock.

Options were given to us and we decided to have her naturally which was also the safest option.

Glenroy slept beside me in a chair and did not leave my side. His strength and support was amazing!

We cried together every time it hit us, what we were actually going through.

The night before, I had the first tablet (can’t remember the name) inserted into me to force on my labour.

On the actual day, I had 2 more which were to be taken orally over a period of hours until I was in established labour.

It felt so surreal to be going through the pain of labour and KNOWING that I had to do this just to bury my baby.

I welcomed the pain as I wanted to feel it. At the time, my pain was medication for the beginnings of my grief and I refused pain medication.

I was only taking gas and air for my whole time in labour until a midwife suggested tramadol at the very end before it was time to push. I took it and hoped for the best..

In the background,  a calming CD played that was brought in by one of my elder sisters.

I was labouring right in front of my husband, my elder sister and my niece and I could see the horror on their faces, the sadness in their eyes.

My screams sounded haunted and I didn’t even recognise myself anymore. I was wailing and gripping onto my husbands hands. I just wanted this nightmare to end.

Shortly after my sister and niece left, our beautiful baby girl, Destiny Jayde Clarke was born in her sack at 10:45pm. I’ll never forget the feeling of her leaving my body. Out of this awful experience, it was the most beautiful feeling.

We had agreed with the midwives beforehand that we did not feel strong enough to see our dead baby and that she must be taken away and then brought back once we had composed ourselves.

Our plans immediately went out of the window once Destiny was born and Glenroy through back my covers and looked down to see his baby girl.

His actions gave me the courage that I needed and I looked down to see her.

She was tiny! 320g to be exact. She was curled into a perfect ball whilst in her sack of liquid and just looked asleep.

Destiny was then taken away to be taken out of her sack and myself and Glenroy sat and picked out a beautiful white silk dress and matching hat for her to be dressed in.

Once Destiny was dressed, she was brought back into us in the tiniest basket I have ever seen. She looked just like Glenroy and we both wept over her.

The shock took hold of me and I couldn’t find the strength to hold my dead baby. Just looking at her was too upsetting. She had died with her eyes open and it was just like she was looking at us.

Glenroy found his strength and held his daughter whilst in the basket. He looked at every inch of her and I just watched in complete shock. My tears kept flowing and I just felt helpless. Our daughter was dead and there was nothing we could do about it.

With those thoughts, I found the strength to hold my baby girl in her basket as I knew that now, I had to hold her as much as I could as she wouldn’t be coming home with us to laugh, sleep, eat and grow before our eyes just like Malaika and Jackson did.

I held her close and I spoke to her and told her that I loved her and that she was safe.

Hours passed and we grew tired. The grief made us tired in a way that we’d never experienced and we called for the midwife to take Destiny for the night. She was just in the room next to us.

After many tears, we decided to get some sleep.