Archives for June 2014

Kari Sawyer, SBD

Certified Birth & Bereavement Doula® serving southern middle Tennessee & N. Alabama (Huntsville area)

email: KariSawyer.SBD@stillbirthday.info

Certified in Psychological First Aid

 

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Shannon Anderson, SBD

Certified Birth & Bereavement Doula® serving Peace Region, British Columbia, Canada

email: ShannonAnderson.SBD@stillbirthday.info

Certified in Psychological First Aid

 

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Johanna Veenendaal-Knowles, SBD

Certified Birth & Bereavement Doula® serving Cambridge, Ontario, Canada

email: JohannaVK.SBD@stillbirthday.info

 

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Stillbirthday is so entirely excited to announce that we are officially creating an app!

ALL advertisement & sponsorship inquiries need to know how you can be part of this while promoting your organization and work here at stillbirthday!

Take a peek at what it’s looking like:

 

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Functionality:

1.  A database collection of care providers and their basic contact info.
2.  A database collection of bereaved individuals/families and basic contact info.
3. Search for and return a list of care providers matching search criteria.
4. Plotting care providers on a map of the world.
5. Showing bereaved individuals which care providers are currently online.
6. Provide a private chat/communication channel between both parties.

To Include:

As a doula: birth plans for each gestation.  Photos of what to expect at each gestation at birth.  NICU resources, national  probono resources for clients (photographers, NICU photographers).  Questions for clients to ask at each gestation regarding ability to take baby home/burial info.  List of major perinatal diagnoses and complications of birth.  Quick chat window for doulas that other SBD can log into, and be notified if there is a pending post/question.

As a mom or loved one: explanations of all birth methods, including for example D&C or D&E and step by step what to expect (both for clients and as a doula)
Quick links to parent resources (the SBD for parents section stuff)
Quick link to SBD doulas, maybe with a location circle (range where we serve)

And, the SBD CONNECT app will have full functionality to grow and serve even better as we continue to grow.

Access:

The first example that comes to mind for the power of such an app is this:
A mother attends her regularly scheduled ultrasound appointment, alone.  At the appointment, she learns that her baby is not alive, and there she is, alone, and devastated.  She may have a pregnancy app on her smartphone, one that gives her updates about the gestational growth of her baby by week, and tips for full term live childbirth.  The app doesn’t talk about the possibility of loss.  There she is, alone, with only her phone.  Maybe then, or maybe later, she will uninstall the app.  If then, while still in the app store, there can be an opportunity for her to find stillbirthday.  To find hope, dignity, and healing.

The SBD CONNECT app will be available for all Android and Apple devices.

CONNECT with us about our APP!

We’ll be announcing even more details about the app as they emerge, but right now I want to offer a tremendous THANK YOU to the SBD doula class of April 2014 – our current session – for their creativity to generate such an opportunity for connection as this, for their brainstorming and collaboration to grow the momentum for it to become created, and, for their networking and sharing the idea with their loved ones.  Ultimately, it is a bereaved father, the husband of a soon-to-be SBD doula, who is creating the stillbirthday CONNECT app!

Do you have an idea you’d like to see included in this new and extremely valuable way to get connected prior to, during or after birth in any trimester?  Use the form and tell us about it.

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Help stillbirthday CONNECT!

Even with the tremendous generosity of Gil himself in creating, launching and maintaining our app, the reality of it isn’t free.  We need to raise $5,000 to make the stillbirthday CONNECT app a real, functioning part of our growing support and ability to serve every family.  Because one of our longstanding statements is this:

Every mother has the right to choose to have a doula.  Every, mother.  For birth, in any trimester.

Those who give at:

  • {Level 01} $5 increments each will be entered into one surprise giveaway item.
  • {Level 02} $50 level will be announced, with a business or blog link if you have one, on our facebook page.
  • {Level 03} $100 level can hold a business logo or personal photo here on the page.
  • {Level 04} $250 level can hold a business logo or personal photo on the right sidebar of our website for 3 months.
  • {Level 05} $500 level can hold a business logo or personal photo on the right sidebar of our website for 6 months.

All financial supporters will have first access to our news, updates, contribution ideas and more via email.  This is an incredible advertisement opportunity for you!

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{Level Two}

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Gil shares in his own words:

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A man can be many important things in this life…hard-working provider, loving husband, and attentive father. Society generally supports and even encourages these roles among men. But one role most men are never prepared for and one that society almost completely ignores, is that of a bereaved father.

 

Losing a child is something no one should ever have to experience, but too many couples do go through this terrible tragedy. Until it visits you personally, understanding how life-changing infant loss can be, is something few can fathom. After our first son was born in 2004, we experienced our first miscarriage in 2006. This was to be our first of four miscarriages that would forever change the course of our lives.

 

Like most families that go through a miscarriage, we assumed this was just one of those rarely spoken of ‘risks’ involved in pregnancy. It was certainly not surprising to me personally, since I had experienced the loss of my unborn sister before my only brother was born, so miscarriage was something I had worked through as a young boy. But my role had changed dramatically. I was no longer an observer, someone connected to the event but still on the outside of the ‘inner-circle’. Now I was on the inside and it was different.

 

We conceived again in 2008 and our second healthy boy was brought into this world. Then our fourth pregnancy in early 2010 ended in a miscarriage when our 12 week ultrasound revealed no fetal heartbeat. This one hit harder. We were shocked and disappointed beyond belief. Not again. We recovered and tried again later in 2010. Another miscarriage. And another in the summer of 2011.

 

In the midst of these losses, we found strength in each other and in the hope that because we are children of a risen Savior, these deaths were not forever, were not the final word on the lives of our four children we would never hold in our arms in this lifetime. We know that we will be reunited in eternity with our dear children and despite the pain and questions we were experiencing then, our Lord had a purpose for all of this. Out of the struggle of our miscarriages and efforts to comfort one another and find answers, we began to find that purpose. Marcia was moved to start a local support group for pregnancy and early infant loss and with the help of her friend Amanda, One Moment was born. Death and pain gave birth to life and comfort.

 

Our pregnancy journey was not to end there, and in the summer of 2012, after much holistic effort to bring Marcia to optimum health, we conceived again. This time was different, we both felt it, though careful to keep our emotions in check. In June of 2013, our perfect and healthy little girl, our rainbow baby, was born. It was time to be a daddy to another of my precious children.

 

Through this terrible, beautiful journey, I was called upon to be a comforter, encourager, friend, companion, helper, lover, confidant, and defender to my precious wife. This journey served to knit us closer like no other life experience in our eleven years of marriage.profilePic
It has deepened both of our faiths and shown us a side of ourselves we had not met yet. Our journey through multiple-child losses has awakened a desire to support and care for others that have or will travel this dark and desolate road. We have come through ‘the other side’ and we can now better walk with those that are still traveling, knowing that there is ‘the other side’.

 

Thank You to:

  • Toby (level one)
  • Natalie Welanetz (level one)

 

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A Loss for Two Mothers

Told by: Chris

My wife and I met in college, and like a storybook romance, fell in love.

Unlike most couples, we knew in advance that we would have a difficult time in growing our family, so as we set out to buy our first home together, we compared neighborhoods with the best likelihood of adoption to fit our needs.

And, it was not easy.

So we lived in our apartment, waiting impatiently for the day to grow our home and grow our family.

We watched our friends moving into homes.

We watched our friends getting pregnant.

We watched our friends having babies.

We kept waiting.

Eventually, we turned our efforts to medical assistance.

We have a special friend and a brilliant doctor who both gave everything they had – about literally – for us to grow our family.

After years, after incredible debt, we were finally pregnant!

The next nine months were sheer joy – specialist appointments, baby clothing shopping, feeling the congratulations of our loved ones.

The day that we learned we were having a son, it felt like the biggest day of my life.  Of my life!

We were, finally, a family.

We chose the name Kayin.  A name that means we have waited a long time.  It sort of reminds me of “cayenne”.  A speckle of fire.  He’ll have to be.

And then, just days from Kayin’s due date, something happened.  My wife woke up, rubbing her beautiful belly.

Over breakfast, she sat at her familiar posture, hand over Kayin.

She looked worried, though, so I kissed her forehead and asked her what was bothering her – already sensing it might have to do with our baby, somehow.  Maybe worried about the birth, I shrugged.

No, she told me she hadn’t felt him moving yet that morning.

The words somehow opened a dam, and panic poured over her.

We moved to the sofa and sat together, hands on Kayin, and waited.

And waited.

And, waited.

The waiting all over again, bringing fears under the surface, the kind of longstanding fears I’ve secretly held for years.

I think we were different people who first sat on those cushions that day than the two who rose from them.

Suddenly things went from slow to whirring fast.

Dashing through the hallway, trying to find shoes.  Phone.  Keys.

Calling loved ones, running out to the street.

Slipping into the car.  Whizzing through traffic.

Fast, fast, fast, toward that red sign, the red sign that spoke what we could not – Emergency.

Steps meeting pavement, a walk that is more like a sprint.

Wheelchair to the maternity level.

Machines beeping.

Nurses talking.

Shoes squeaking on shiny floor.

“What is happening?  Is our baby OK?”

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

Waiting, to know what this means.

Kayin is dead.

And the whole world broke open.

The floor looks much closer now.  I see the black flakes in the tile.

The black is closing in, I am being swallowed up, swallowed up by the fullest emptiness of my entire life.

Now I’m the one in the wheelchair, but I don’t really understand this yet.

The ocean is in my eyes.

After a few hours, or maybe it was a few years, I’m told that I have to leave my family.

Somehow, the demons who haunt me found audible voice to my greatest fear.  Hearing these words dropped me into an abyss I didn’t know could be possible when already at the bottom of the ocean.  My fear found a crack in the ocean floor, and it opened up to this new hell.

The words are repeated.  To make sure I hear them.  I don’t know that I did ever really hear them, but somehow my inner mind, still working, knew how to translate the words into the searing message that cut to my soul.  And my body responded.

I have to leave my family.

Lightening flashed.

Thunder rose from my gut.

Fire from every corner of my body.

This is my wife.  This is my son.

I will never leave them.

“Are you family?” a nurse looks disgusted.  Is it the vomit that slipped out of my mouth and onto my shirt, or is it the words I managed to croak?

“She is my wife.  This is our son.”

I manage to catch her look and see that she is actually confused.

“I’ll have to check with the doctor.”

And there I sat, shaking the ocean away, trying to find land to steady myself.

Waiting, again.

The fate of our son’s arrival and my best friend’s support in the hardest experience of her entire life waited for the verdict of a stranger.

He is more qualified to determine my value and the value of our marriage and love than we are.

We waited.

I reached out to hold her hand.  She looked so far away, so scared, so young, so vulnerable.

I wanted to scoop her up and run away.  Run, run away to a safe place.   A safe place for our family.

That day was many days ago.

We met our son that day.  We met him, together.

We touched him and kissed him and loved him.

We love him still.

The days between that day and this day are filled with gloom.

Despair.

Fog.

My sweet wife, she doesn’t sit on that sofa anymore.

She spends her days in the rocking chair in Kayin’s room.  Holding his bear.  Looking away from me.

I don’t blame her.  I try not to look at my pain, too.

I try not to think that I destroyed her.

That my love for her, my mighty desire to do anything to please her, my wish to do anything to make her happy, did not bring her to the worst hole of hell.

Who am I, even?

What did I do?

Should we not have gotten pregnant?

Before then, should I have tried to suppress my admiration of her shiny hair and sparkly eyes, her heart to give compassion to every single creature on this planet?

Am I the walking abyss of destruction, popping open to kill the life out of such a gentle and caring person?

Every step of this road has proven to tell me that I’m wrong, that I’m gross, that I’m bad.

I’ve tried to shield her from such hurt, but she’s known.  She’s been told these things, too.

We held hands and we kept walking.

We held hope and we kept waiting.

Kayin.  We have always wanted to speak out about the wait.

Just, not ever like this.

I’m waiting, now.

Waiting for that speckle of fire to return in those beautiful mossy eyes I’ve fallen in love with.

Waiting and holding hope we can keep walking, still.

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First Trimester Birth Announcement

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Heather Proulx, SBD

Certified Birth & Bereavement Doula® serving Kitchener, Ontario Canada

email: HeatherProulx.SBD@stillbirthday.info

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Amber Smiley, SBD

Certified Birth & Bereavement Doula® serving southern Nevada

email: AmberSmiley.SBD@stillbirthday.info

 

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Tiffany Wogsland, SBD

Certified Birth & Bereavement Doula® serving  northern Illinois and southern Wisconsin

email: TiffanyWogsland.SBD@stillbirthday.info

 

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The SBD® Doula provides support to families experiencing birth in any trimester and in any outcome.

Here at stillbirthday.info, you can learn about the SBD® Doula.