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Parents of lost babies and potential of all kinds: come here to share the technicolour, the vividness, the despair, the heart-broken-open, the compassion we learn for others, having been through this mess — and see it reflected back at you, acknowledged and understood.
Thanks to photographer Xin Li and to artist Stephanie Sicore for their respective illustrations and photos.
Our Maeve and William joined us 2 months ago, a bit early, IUGR scare but we made it.
And yet their siblings would have been a little over a year right now. Elizabeth and Daniel. I have never written their names before now.
We lost them in agonizing waves. Elizabeth just....died inside of me at 13 weeks. The doctors asked did I want to miscarriage "naturally" or have a D&C. I couldn't bear being her coffin. So my last memory of my daughter inside me I am crying on a table and being given anesthesia. My husband said he heard me crying even through the drugs. Apparently you can talk in twilight anesthesia.
I didn't heal from the d&c. I got weaker. Wan. I was fading. I collapsed and was rushed to the hospital. My fertility specialist arrived. There was still Hcg in my system. I was still pregnant. My son died at 15 weeks inside my body. Heterotopic.
I still grieve them. I didn't have the were withal to ask for remains. I regret that bitterly. In the rawness right after I wanted to just die so I could be with them.
I look at my twins now and terror grips me. I would do anything to protect them. I can barely breathe thinking of Elizabeth and Daniel, I could scarcely add more to that.
My mother feels I should just be over it. Part of me died with them.