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When the Nursery is Empty | A Story of Infant Loss

9/12/2014

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I always felt so bad for families who lost their child. I would see a story of a baby being stillborn or a child dying of SIDS and I would think how awful. How do they survive? How do they ever recover? How do they keep on living? I would praise God for blessing our family with healthy pregnancies and healthy children. 

Then I had Nora. I gave birth to our daughter, Nora Marie, on November 13th 2013 via emergency c-section. I was 35 weeks and 5 days. She had been diagnosed with Intrauterine Growth Restriction and was failing in utero. She went to the NICU and we were told testing was being done to determine the cause. We were never prepared for the results. Eight days after she was born, we were told our daughter had a genetic disorder called Trisomy 13. They explained that there is no treatment. There is no cure. We were also told it was a minor miracle our daughter was still alive at 8 days old. We were told that there was no way to determine when our daughter would die, but she would die. It was unlikely she would live months, and almost impossible that she would see her first birthday.

I was trapped in a nightmare. This couldn't be real. My daughter can't die. Those things don't happen to me. They don't happen to my children. What had I done wrong? Was it my chromosomes that did this? How would we tell our family? How would we keep breathing? How do I make sure my son is being taken care of? How do I survive this? Why is God doing this to my daughter?

 Thankfully, Nora was actually doing amazing and was not on oxygen, not on an iv, and not inside an isolate. She was doing everything a normal healthy baby could do. Maybe they were wrong. Maybe she would be fine. How could she be dying when she was so perfect? But even with her amazing progress, every moment with her was tainted by grief, despair, and anxiety. Every cough, or strange sound, or unfinished bottle brought with it the terror that this was it. Then she was placed back on oxygen two days after her diagnosis. They tried to be encouraging but I knew we didn't have a lot of time left with Nora. We did what we could to get her home as soon as possible, and with the help of an incredible non profit perinatal and pediatric hospice program called Peds Care, we took her home just three days after our diagnosis.


The day she came home was happy and devastating. She was hooked up to an oxygen tank when we brought her home, and a specialist came to install a gigantic tank for her. People kept tripping over the tubing. Panic constantly ensued. Nora began to have trouble breathing and needed her oxygen increased. Everyone was constantly terrified. My husband and I took shifts so that someone was always awake to watch her. Because of that we were not really sleeping at all. I was dealing with oversupply and pumping around the clock. Every day, hour, moment, and second was painful. I prayed for God to save her knowing that she was going to die. I would become hopeful at progress only to be devastated when she would decline a small bit shortly after. Thanksgiving was just a few days after she came home. We stayed at the house and had a small intimate meal. Nora began having episodes where she wouldn't breath properly. We had to call our nurse three times. That night, I took most of the shifts to sit with her because I was so afraid she would die if I fell asleep. I was so worn thin. I was so exhausted. I was tired of the constant stress that entails waiting for your baby to die knowing you cannot to do anything to help her. That night I reached a breaking point. I cried. I cursed. I yelled. I begged God to save my daughter. I begged God to end her suffering. I begged God for it to be over. I couldn't handle this. My husband couldn't handle this. Our family couldn't handle this. And our son was being left behind because of it and he didn't deserve that. 

Nora died the next day. She died in mine and my husbands arms. She died surrounded by our best friends, family, and her Peds Care nurses and social worker. She died knowing we loved her more than anything. And she died not understanding what was happening. We had to watch our daughter cry because she couldn't breath. It probably hurt. It probably scared her. And we couldn't stop it. All we could do was sit there and hold her and cry and apologize. All we could do was tell her she was loved more than anything else in that moment.

And then my daughter was gone. And so was I. I cried. I screamed I held her tightly as if my life literally depended on me maintaining physical contact with her body. I couldn't let her go. I needed to keep her with me. I wouldn't be able to keep breathing if I let her go. But I had to let her go. Our nurse and social worker comforted us and helped us make memories and preserve things like her handprints and footprints. They helped us make arrangements. They helped me change Nora's diaper and put fresh clothes on her.  They let me carry Nora out to the transport van. I kissed her and told her I was sorry. I told her I loved her. I told her I would miss her. I told her I would never be the same. Then I laid her down in the transport van and I never saw my daughter again. 

Since then, we have had her memorial service. We have scattered her ashes in a special place. We have gone to counseling. We have mourned. We have healed. We have mourned some more. It has been almost a year since we met and said goodbye to our daughter. I'm still not the same. I still have a hole in my heart. I still despair. I still miss holding her. I still sleep with her favorite blanket. I still wear her baby lotion from the NICU. I still cry when I see babies wearing something she wore. I still cry when I hear the song I always to sang her while I was pregnant. I cry when I see a pregnant woman sometimes. 

Being a birth worker through all of this has been one of the most difficult things and one of the most joyous things for me. It reminds me that birth does not always end in tragedy. Miracles happen. Healthy babies happen. Peaceful birthing experiences happen. And when they don't happen, I am equipped to give that family a level of empathy that most other people are not capable of offering. I know what it is to put the heavy coat of my grief on daily. I know what it is to look at the empty nursery and know that your baby will never sleep there again. I know what it is to pack up your baby's belongings in a neat box after her nursery has been cleared out and the items donated. I know what it is to struggle at simple questions about how many children I have. I know what its like to suddenly be paralyzed with grief, to see a baby hat or hear a song and crumble at the weight of the loss you feel. I know what it is to have your arms literally ache to hold your baby, with no relief in sight. I know what it is to lose.

So friends, be patient with the bereaved mother. A mother's grief is never ending. It is eternal. Be gentle with the mother who mourns the loss of a part of her. She is fragile while she is strong. She is despairing while she is smiling. She is dying while she continues to courageously live.
 

19 Comments
kate taylor link
9/12/2014 02:35:03 pm

Thank you for sharing about your daughter Nora's life and your experience as her mother. I feel privileged to have read about your ever changing emotions. Every word you've shared is important for you and so many other parents.

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Amber Cox link
9/13/2014 01:49:48 am

Thank you so much <3

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Jasmine link
9/12/2014 02:59:46 pm

Thank you so much for sharing your family's story.

Your words moved me. <3

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Lindsay link
9/12/2014 03:29:37 pm

Thank you so much for your vulnerability. As a training birth & bereavement doula and as a mama, your words have touched me so deeply! I'm so sorry for your loss and so grateful for your bravery.

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Jodi the Doula link
9/12/2014 03:31:05 pm

Thank you for sharing Nora's story with us.

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Jen
9/12/2014 03:38:50 pm

Sending you so much love and gratitude for sharing your story. You are strong and are a source of inspiration...

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Amber Cox
9/12/2014 04:48:23 pm

Thank you so much for such kind words and for focusing on training yourself to help women who are experiencing loss.

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Rhiannon link
9/12/2014 07:36:44 pm

Thank you for sharing a story that needed to be shared, and for sharing the picture of your precious, beautiful baby girl! Love and light to you, mama, and to your whole family...(((hugs)))

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Amber Cox link
9/13/2014 01:50:31 am

Thank you so much for your kind words <3

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valerie link
9/13/2014 12:22:35 am

All I can say to you, is to trust me when I tell you, that you WILL see and have your daughter again with you one day up in heaven. She will be yours to love and hold again. This life is temporary, but our life continues on and is eternal as well as being with your family is. You have great joy to look forward to one day when the time is right. Thank you for sharing your heartache that is so personal and private. It is good to share with others because a few will have their own heartache to experience and it will be good to know they are not alone. God Bless your family

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Amber Cox link
9/13/2014 01:54:49 am

Thank you <3 our family is a family of believers so we look forward to to day we get to be with her again.

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Laurie
9/13/2014 04:08:48 pm

Thank you for sharing your heart, Amber. So glad you have a loving family to comfort you through this difficult loss. I won't pretend to even know your pain. Praying for you and your family.

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Sarah Popivker Doula
10/8/2014 02:13:57 am

I am so sorry for your loss :(
Thank you for sharing your story with us, you are one strong Mama!!
Sending lots of Doula love <3

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kristy martin link
10/8/2014 04:21:55 am

Thank you for sharing - sending light and love from AZ to you and up to heaven for your sweet baby girl Nora

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Jillian D.
10/8/2014 10:50:59 am

SO incredibly sorry for your loss Amber. Thank you so much for sharing your story, as I know it must have been very difficult to write this. So much prayer, love, and support is being sent to you from STL. Bless you and your family during these tough times.

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Amber link
10/9/2014 01:03:54 pm

I am so sorry for your loss. I appreciate how difficult it must have been to write this piece, but your words are so important. Thank you for sharing your story of Nora's life.

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Linda ethridge
11/20/2014 04:59:51 pm

Beautiful written.

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Jennifer T
9/13/2015 11:32:19 am

Wow! I've never read this until now. Thank you for sharing this.

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Sharon
9/13/2015 03:27:08 pm

I have several friends that have lost babies. From still births, birth defects and one that lost her grandson due to a auto accident. The mother gave birth and he passed a few days later.

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