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I Had a Stillborn Baby

Misty...
She was a full term stillbirth. It was the most traumatic experience in my life. I carried her for nine months, bought all her clothes, decorated her nursery, packed her clothes to come home from the hospital, loved her dearly.
It was a spontaneous rupture of the placenta. No one could tell me why it happened.."just one of those things" I was within five minutes of bleeding out. I had to go back to work after six weeks,although i wasnt ready. I was working in a retaurant, and all my customers knew i was due. When I came back, they would all ask "oh , what did you have?" , happy for me. I had to tell them what had happened.....making both of us feel horrible. I cried at the drop of a hat...for no seeming reason. It took a very long time before i could even look at a baby without crying.
My husband at the time, took my two pre-schoolers to my parent's house for them to take care of my kids, and stayed at our house alone. The only thing i asked him to do for me , was to get rid of all Misty's things....i didn't want to have to come home and see them,,thought it would be too hard. I was in the hospital for a week , then at my parents for another week to recuperate. When i finally went home, i walked into her room, and there sat all of her things.
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ceferreirinha
the worst part for me, besides the huge void and all the grief, was to face people afterwards. They would ask : ' so where's the baby?' or 'is the baby at home?'
i had to recite a rhyme to everybody i saw and was amazed by the different reactions in people. I preferred the cold reactions (like, " oh, well, it happens") to the warm ones, because the warm reactions (where people would almost start crying) opened the wound all over again.
we don't know why our baby was stillborn, no medical explanation, a big mystery. so how do I answer people who ask " so what happened? " of "why?"
my mom in law took out every single baby thing out of our house before we came home. there was no trace of baby clothes, baby bed, nothing, but a few weeks later something would inevitably pop up like a tube of baby cream or something. you are right, the scars never heal, but it does become different after time, when you realize the wisdom and strength such a horrorific, traumatic experience brings to your life.