When I Tell You My Baby was Born Still!

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This post is going to be raw, it’s going to evoke some emotions in you, it is not for the weak of hearts but we can’t keep silent anymore so read at your own risk of an emotional breakdown.

I don’t think that most people understand me when I say that my daughter was stillborn. I think they imagine a clean, simple procedure where baby dies and is somehow removed from mother’s body and then the healing can begin. Simple, clean and nice. In a few weeks, they expect you to be back in a good place, as though nothing happened and they still don’t get why you can’t stop crying months after “the event”.

I know firsthand that, that is not what a stillbirth is.

It is something that you are forced to be a part of even if you don’t want to.

From the moment the doctor or midwife tells you that there is no heartbeat, you become part of the process. It is your duty to push out the already dead baby. To bring to an end the stillbirth process in a procedure that should have brought life instead.

When we lose loved ones to death, we often watch the procedure from the sidelines. Sometimes, we are forced to be a third party to the person’s pain and suffering by being care givers, but only the person feels his own pain. When I tell you my daughter was born still, I mean, I am the person who felt every pain. I felt the emotional pain of knowing that my expectation of bringing life to this world has been cut short and there is nothing I or anyone else can do about that. I felt the physical pain of enduring labour. Yes, I felt every contraction knowing that I am not bringing life into this world but enduring an end procedure. I felt the pain of bleeding post-partum for 6 weeks when there was no baby for me to look at and convince myself that it is worth it. And worst of all, I felt the pain of having my milk come in with no baby to feed. I felt the pain of watching my body try to provide for a baby who was no longer on this side of the earth.

So you see, still birth is not something that just happened to my baby, I did not get the luxury of watching or helping from the sidelines. It happened to me. I was an unwilling but active participant.

Nobody tells you this unless you have lived it. Maybe, that is why people expect you to stop grieving after two weeks. After all, you only lost a baby, not your life. What they will never understand is that, it happened to you in a way you would not have wanted it to

I will move on- one day. But till that day, tell me, how long you think is long enough for me to grieve my daughter knowing all that my body had to endure?

A week?

A month?

6 months?

Or a year?

What do you even mean by move on? Have you moved on from the loved one you lost?

Now ask yourself: what if you had to participate in the death of your loved one, to help bring an end to their existence? What if you were the one who provided them with the drugs needed to end their life or you were the one who turned off their life support machine? Then how long would it take you to heal?

Ok, now ask yourself: What if you have been waiting for a life time to meet that loved one? What if you had endured months waiting to meet that special person for the first time? Months of sleepless nights, throwing up, and body aches just to meet that person. Then by some sick twist of fate, you are told that you will finally meet that person but before you do, you have to help bring an end to the person’s life because the person is no longer breathing. How long will it take you to heal or move on?

A lifetime?

Still birth is not just an event. It is a series of losses. First, your baby dies, before you can finish processing that, you give birth . . . to your already dead baby.

It is not something that just happens, it is something you are a part of and that scars you for life.

It’s been seven months since I delivered my daughter’s already dead body, and I am nowhere near moving on. I still break down into tears at the most random of moments. I still scribble what would have been her name on sheets of paper. It still haunts me every night.

Stillbirth is nasty. Not just because you brought a loved one’s dead body to this world but because of the way it changes you.

So, when you next hear me say, my daughter was born still. Know that, I did not just lose a child or even what would have been. I am describing a scene from a horror movie where I took part in every scene and I still live in the silent echoes of its aftermath.

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Naa Kaay is a Ghanaian writer, who has been blogging for years, but recently started blogging about issues closer to her heart. Her blog mantra is ‘Holding on to faith, Meditating on the WORD, and reaching for the rainbow after the storm!’ (http://www.herecomesrainbow.blogspot.com)

 

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25 COMMENTS

  1. In fact, this is me. Lost my baby (Still birth) April and am already being tagged Melancholic. They claim I have refused to move on. But to God be the Glory, God has done another 1 for me. I can’t wait to meet you hail and healthy. I got eased reading this. It is well with all mothers of a stillbirth

    • @Olunfunmi To God be the glory ooo. Yes it is very one. And this little one will arrive super healthy and strong. As for moving on, I believe a day will come when the memories won’t be too hurtful but till then, we can only take each day till it comes

  2. God will surely make u smile once again by giving u your bundle of joy dat will definitely come and stay.. IN JESUS NAME, AMEN.

  3. We will soon shout Hallaluyah because God will do new thing…not far from now.

    @ Olufunmi…You will bring forth and we all will rejoice with you

  4. Where do I send your kisses to darling @kaay? God would show up BIG. He would make every pain, every tear, every sad moment worth it. This too shall surely pass :hugs:

  5. Naa Kaay @kaay, God bless you for writing this through your pain and may HE be your comfort. The truth is, some of us need more time than the other to get over the death of a child. Olufunmi @aderinola, you will bring forth a healthy living baby. The Lord has remembered you.

  6. These story is like somebody telling the world about what happened to me.the only difference is that my baby did not die inside of me but came out alive,hold her for 2 hours before she gave up the ghost.My baby girl was not attended to medically because she came out at 22 weeks 4 days.i watched my baby struggle to breath until she died.The sound she was making when trying to breath keeps on echoing in my head.Today marks it 2 weeks that i gave birth to her and 2 weeks that she left me.my baby was fully developed physically.i have prayed and waited for the day i will hold her in my arms.presently am going through leaking of breast milk with no baby to suck.everything around me reminds me of my baby.Moving on is not easy!Only God knows how long this wound in my heart will heal…

  7. I CAN RELATE TO THIS BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN THERE.IT FEELS AS THOUGH THIS WAS AN ACCOUNT FROM ME.I HAD TO DELIVER MY DEAD BABY BOY AT 34 WEEKS AND JUST COULDN’T HELP BUT LABOR IN VAIN FOR SOMETHING I WASN’T GOING TO HAVE. I WAS HELPLESS,HEARTBROKEN,DEVASTATED AND FELT NOTHING BUT SELF PITY FOR MYSELF.MINE IS STILL A FRESH WOUND YET TO HEAL AND I KNOW EVEN WHEN IT HEALS THE SCAR ITS GOING TO LEAVE BEHIND WILL MAR ME FOR LIFE.I LAY IT ALL DOWN TO THE MAN UP THERE TO TAKE THIS HURT AWAY.ITS BEEN 4 MONTHS SINCE I DELIVERED AND LOST MY BABY AND AM STILL BROODING.

  8. Hmmmmm, it’s been 10 months I went through this harrowing experience. This is a post I so much relate with. It reminds me of the dashed hopes, fear, futile labour and post delivery pain of bleeding, rock like painful breast full of milk with no baby to suck. Leaving the hospital empty handed with an empty feeling in the womb! The pain has no end as people who are not aware of the loss still ask after the well being of a baby that never came to be. Refreshing the trauma over and over again! The look of pity they give further makes you feel like a failure but I have learnt that it’s better to experience it and get it over with than to endure their continual embarrassing questions. I know it’s out of love and concern but…….it still hurts. I pray God will wipe my tears and give me reasons to rejoice again and all those who have had similar experience.

    • Amen Adeola! Merely reading this hurts. May God console you and give you His peace that surpasses all understanding. More so, that He fills your mouth with laughter and your arms with a bundle of life and joy. *Hugs*

  9. May God heal our hearts and our bodies n most especially bless us with our beautiful babies that will come to stay. Be encouraged sisters.

  10. God will bless everyone that has lost a child and everybody here waiting on Him with the joy of motherhood. The pain of losing my day-old nephew still remains fresh, i felt helpless not being able to ease my SIL’s pain. It was like I was the baby’s mother,bcos I had to answer questions from those who didn’t know about the baby’s passing

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