It was the first lesson the chaplain gave us as we learned that Grace's heart wasn't beating. And yet I was so grateful to hear from others who had been somewhere close to here before.
Especially so, because, in the weeks that followed, I was terrified of forgetting baby Grace. I was holding on to so little, I couldn't bear that my memory of her would fade.
Almost immediately, though, I was amazed to get these letters.
Onewas from the mother of a co-worker, a woman I had spoken with maybe once....
When I heard of your loss, I just had to write a little note... You see, 24 years ago, I gave birth to a stillborn baby boy...
...and another, from a distant relative I had never met in person...
A couple of weeks ago, I had a conversation with your grandmother and she told me of the loss of your infant... and we were both so sad! I know pain of an infant dying as I had that loss too, now 44 years ago - and talking about it brings up that moment - seemingly still so near. And so I find myself thinking of you both and that empty ache within.
...and another from close relatives who had never spoken to me of their loss -- it must have been almost 40 years ago -- even though I knew of it...
We want you to know how sad we felt when we heard the news about Grace... It brings back memories of when we lost our baby at birth...
Before Grace's birth, my book group had picked Barbara Kingsolver's "Animal Dreams". After we lost Grace, my lovely and amazing bookgroup ladies tried to wave me off the book. Miscarriage, lost and endangered children. Perhaps I wasn't ready.
And this quote from the book's amazing narrator:
“A miscarriage is a natural and common event. All told, probably more women have lost a child from this world than haven’t. Most don’t mention it, and they go on from day to day as if it hadn’t happened, and so people imagine that a woman in this situation never really knew or loved what she had.
But ask her sometime: how old would your child be now? And she’ll know.”
-Barbara Kingsolver “Animal Dreams”
I waited, and then when I was ready, I devoured this book.
I needed this and all the stories. All of it. Desperately.
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