Pledge a Date Night

Stillbirthday is so entirely honored to be a part of supporting the upcoming feature film Return to Zero.

As the next step in the production process, Return to Zero is working toward estimating the actual interest in their upcoming film, by encouraging you to pledge that you will indeed go to your local theatres to view it.

This film is absolutely critical in lifting the disenfranchisement of parental bereavement.

For the health of your community, for the health of the stillbirthday community, and for the health of your marriage and of your own grief journey, I implore you to pledge to see the film in theatres!  Whether you have personally been impacted by pregnancy and infant loss or not, you owe it to yourself and to the community you are a part of to watch this film.  Become what we call a stillbirthday Ally, and pledge your theatre seats.

You can also join our online event discussion, where you can find out who your own local leader is, or become one!  Many amazing individuals are local leaders – names you may recognize!  When you take the pledge, it’ll ask you if you have a local leader.  Knowing who yours is, if you have one, is just a way to keep track of how connected we all are – so get connected and peek into that online event discussion.  We have local leaders named from several US states, including Kansas, Missouri, Pennsylvania, Texas, Colorado and more!

Just click the pledge photo below to take the pledge to see the movie in theatres – it’s really that simple.   You can add Heidi Faith as your local leader, wherever you are located, but if you are outside of the Kansas City area, I’d be even more honored if you’d visit our event page to see if there is a local leader closer to your physical community, and for you to consider becoming one!

**GIVEAWAY**

If you ARE in the Kansas City area (if you are in Kansas or Missouri) and you list Heidi Faith as your Local Leader in the pledge, leave a comment below, and you’ll be entered to win two free tickets to see the film once it’s in theatres.  Yep, Heidi Faith will pay for your two tickets.  How’s that for incentive?  A free date night, while raising awareness and bringing healing.

Brave Gift of God

Told by: Danielle

I was 17 weeks and 3 days, and it was time to find out what we where having.

My husband and I had a 2 year old son. Well I found out the weekend after mothers day 2011. Went into the ultrasound on a Monday, the day after Mothers day, and the ultrasound tech couldn’t find a heartbeat – and my biggest fear came true, that I had lost my baby.

Well the doctor told my husband and I we could deliver normal or have an d & c. Well when we got home I told my husband that I would like to do the delivery not the d & c.

Because I was so upset my husband set up the stuff with the doctor.  Well I had to go into the hospital on a Thursday morning, and had my baby boy Thursday night; it was May 12 2011. We named him Brayden Mattox –  the name means brave gift of God.

I had to stay at the hospital for a night but that was the absolute worst night of my life.

Six weeks after my baby boy got his angel wings I found out I was pregnant again and we had a girl, her name is Athena.

What Will You Give?

My parents met in Las Vegas.  Both raised in conservative Christian homes, and both rebelling.

Both addicted to drugs.

Both criminals.

The day my mom began labor, my dad fell asleep, drunk on the couch, but not before telling my mom “You’d better only wake me up if it’s really time to go.”

Through the night, my mom labored quietly, tip toeing through the apartment, through his snoring, through the increasingly painful contractions.

Laboring me, her “rainbow” baby.  My older sister was born still.

Finally, in the darkest hours of morning, she woke him up.

Still recovering from an evening of drugs and alcohol, my dad started the motorcycle.

Nine months pregnant and laboring, my mom straddled the motorcycle behind him.

They pulled up to the front of the hospital.  He waited for her to get off.  Then he rode away to the bar to start his morning and wait for her call.  She walked into the hospital, alone.

I was born at 3 in the morning.

A few years later, a few abuses later, I was placed in foster care.

Because I wasn’t adoptable, I was relocated.  A lot.

“Relocated” means, some of my things were put in black trash bags.  Some of my things were forgotten.  Some were left behind.  Some were stolen.

“Relocated” means, new strangers to live with.  New rules to learn.  New people to call family.

“Relocated” means, new academic standards and lessons; things I hadn’t yet learned.  New bullies.

This week, a D.J. from my local Christian radio station asked, “What has your mother given you?”

And, I find the question gives me pause.

My mother, well, has always been a mother, even through the separation, the years, the families and the relocations.

She’s been a mother, without me.

And, my need for a mother, went on, without her.

Very special women were a part of my life, if even for a moment.

A girls group home took me to get my first training bra.

A foster mother bought my first tampons.

A special woman named Jan Evans, to think of her love, brings me to tears, even today.

And today, my mother-in-law has had such a big role in loving me.

My girlfriends, let me just blurt out my confusions, my fears and my frustrations.

 

Through what my mother wasn’t for me, what she hasn’t given me, I have learned more richly, what a mother is.

 

And if you have struggled with fertility, but you can only see your children in your dreams,

If you have given birth to one or more babies via miscarriage, elective abortion or stillbirth,

If any of your children have been cremated or buried or reabsorbed or flushed,

If your reality is overlooked this Mother’s day,

If you feel excluded, left out, ignored, trivialized,

If you feel your pain is hidden, misunderstood, silenced,

You are still a Mother.

So, you have a decision to make.

How are you going to Mother, particularly on this Mother’s day?

Are you anticipating feeling disappointed with how your motherhood won’t be acknowledged?

Or are you preparing your heart to submit to humility, to give grace, and to mother those around you by sharing your wisdom, that your role of motherhood has given you?  You have a truth, worthy to be heard and shared and given.

Instead of dreading what you won’t have, and what you won’t get, dare to enter into Mother’s day seeking what you will give.

3 John 1:4 (Amplified Bible) I have no greater joy than this, to hear that my [spiritual] children are living their lives in the Truth.

The rumor behind this photo is that the mama tiger’s babies died,

and so the zookeepers wrapped piglets in tiger skin, and she took them as her own. 

This rumor isn’t true – but the photo is still darling. 

 

 

 

We Miss You Ethan

Told by: Erica

I just had my third miscarriage. Fourth heaven born baby. This one has been my hardest. My other pregnancies were from bad situations and didn’t have the same impact as losing a child with someone you love by your side and grieving too.

I don’t exactly mean to imply that losing my other children wasn’t hard. All of my losses were hard but I went through them alone and no one understood so I forced myself to heal faster so I could stop hearing people say that it was just a miscarriage, what’s the big deal, and other things like that. This one was harder because I not only had to contend with my grief but with my boyfriends grief as well.  We both still feel the loss and so it’s hard because  we seem to grieve more together than I was able to when I was alone.

My boyfriend and I both knew the day we conceived. It was a total “oops” moment where the condom slipped, of all things. We both knew in that moment that we had conceived and once I missed my next period we decided to wait a few weeks and just enjoy the idea of a child, even though we knew because of my past I would have a very hard time carrying this child. We were both sure we were having a boy and we were getting excited.

Then one day, a couple days past seven weeks, I started spotting. I didn’t say anything at first because I knew what was happening. The next day I continued to miscarry and began cramping horribly which alerted my boyfriend to something being wrong, and so I had to tell him. We opted for a natural miscarriage together and I spent the next 3 days cramping and mourning the loss of another child. We named our son Ethan Daniel. He was born into heaven on April 5th 2013 and I can’t wait to see him in heaven one day.

 

Mammy Loves You, Forever

Told by: Marcella

I was 18 when I lost my baby girl.  She grew her wings on May 22nd 2000.  When I found out I was pregnant with my little girl I couldn’t wait to go in for a scan and listen to the heart beat.

When I was around 5 months, I found out what I was having, I was having a girl!  I couldn’t wait to buy her pink clothes.  I was sick at the start of my pregnancy but then I was ok.   At around 6 months, they kept me in, because I had protein in my urine, high blood pressure and swelling in my feet.  When I was better I was allowed home.  At 7 months I was feeling too good, so I went to the doctor and he said I was OK and so was my baby, so I went home.   I thought this was all normal so I loved feeling my baby kick and doing summersaults inside me.  It was so funny we had our own music just me and my baby.  Every time I listened to a certain song she would kick or when I’d have a bath she would kick so at 8 months, I went for my check up.  It was on a Thursday.  The doctor said they would bring me in the following week because she stopped growing and I had preeclampsia so then I went to another doctor, and she checked my blood pressure.  She said it was up a bit so she sent me home.  As I left the room it was like I was walking on air, i felt so weak and so light headed.  I thought it was normal.  I didn’t know what was going to happen that Friday.  I went in to get bits and bobs for my baby girl.  I couldn’t wait to see her so the next day, Saturday, while I was getting my room sorted.

My mom helped me.  I was kneeling down folding clothes when then I could feel someting dropping down from under me.  I didn’t take notice like, I thought it was normal.  Sunday came, and I didn’t feel too good so a friend and I went to the hospital.  I didn’t feel her all day Saturday or Sunday so we went in. I  had to wait for a while then it was my turn.  I told the nurse that I hadn’t felt her moving, so she listened to her on a stethoscope.  She couldn’t hear her, so she put the trace on me, and still couldn’t find her heart beat, so then I got a scan.

This is when my nightmare just began. They told me my baby passed away.   Well I just flipped.  I couldn’t take it in.  I wanted to go home.  They had to hold me down.  They said I had to be kept in.  They gave me stuff to bring on labour.   I couldn’t take it in.  I was in shock when my labour started.  The nurse didn’t know I was in labour.  My friend had to tell her, so then they brought me to the labour ward.

I started pushing.  They dosed me up with morphine or some kind of pain relief.  I was out of my head when I was pushing.  My baby girls head dropped down my pelvis.  The doctor didn’t know I was out of my head.  I even knew it.   With 3 pushes she was born.

At 3:05 Monday morning, May 22,  2000 my little girl was born.

She was so perfect.  Ten fingers ten toes.  I got to hold her, I changed her, took lots of photos, I got to Christen her and named her Lea.  I had her all day Monday, Tuesday and  Wednesday.  On Wednesday I had to organize her funeral flowers and stuff so then went back.  I  couldn’t be out for long.  Her funeral was on a Thursday.  She had a lovely white coffin.   I was able to hold her while the priest was doing the mass.   The mass was in the hospital and I couldn’t take it in.   She was leaving me.   We buried her with her two uncles so she wasn’t alone.

I miss her so much.  I had to be back at the hospital for my sister.  I booked a room for afterward because I couldn’t stay.  I was getting weak and dizzy so I left.   A friend and I went back to the hospital that night.  I was getting a shower; a nurse had to wash me.  I was in shock, my head was spinning, I just wanted to die.  I stayed in until Saturday.  Then I went home.  I had to start my life without my baby girl.

Lea, I miss you loads baby.   Mammy loves you, forever.

Day of the Midwife

The Sunday before Mothers day is International Bereaved Mothers day.  It is a day founded by Carly Marie of Project Heal, in honor of her son Christian, and all of our children.

It is also Day of the Midwife.

Families who endure unexpected infant loss when planning a midwife attended homebirth may face unique challenges in their bereavement journey, and while stillbirthday supports out-of-hospital birth as a valid option, we first and foremost desire to create an environment here where all bereaved families and the professionals who care for them feel supported.

Many, many midwives have brought a very special role to birth and/or to bereavement.

Ina May Gaskin, the former President of Midwives Alliance of North America (MANA), is a mother who herself gave birth to a precious baby boy, Christian, who did not live.  Ina May has trailblazed in providing awareness to birthing options for mothers (in particular, planned homebirth), and yet her entire lifetime career hearkens me back to those days, so long ago, that hold her Christian’s story.

I imagine that wild child, so many years ago, giving birth to such a tiny baby.

In my heart, I see a young mother, holding her precious, tiny – so tiny – little boy, begging him to gain strength.  Hoping.  Fearful.  Praying.

And then, to have the news passed around to her traveling caravan.  To prepare a simple ceremony – I wonder what that process was like for her.  What feelings she had.  If she felt understood and loved and supported.

And then, to finish the expedition to Tennessee.  To just get grounded and settled.  To begin a lifelong adventure of supporting other mothers as they give birth.

To give birth again, herself.

For the young mother to emerge from that bus, in a different state – and, a different state – looking up as sunshine splashed upon her face, and the soft breeze moved through her hair.  This young mother, with a new determination and a fresh understanding of the power of childbirth.

And then her midwifery journey began.

I am thankful for Ina May’s words to stillbirthday

Keep up the good work…”

 

 

 

 

 

Cathy Gordon, CNM is an exceptional midwife and author of the book “All Babies are Born“.

She also delivered my “rainbow” baby.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Midwives have successfully completed our birth and bereavement training and are now, additionally, credentialed SBD doulas.

SBD further offers a Midwife of Thanatology program.  Upon successful completion, graduates earn the credential of SBD Chaplain.

 

 

Stillbirthday says “THANK YOU” to all of the special midwives who support stillbirthday and our families.

Stillbirthday honors those midwives who are also bereaved mothers and grandmothers themselves.

May you have a gentle Day of the Bereaved Midwife.

 

 

Breaking the Hate

Written by: Bambi

A part of her Fit to Heal column.

As I read questions and comments from bereaved mothers in regards to taking care of their physical bodies, one thing stands out to me.

It is that we are disappointed with our bodies in relation to our losses.

As a mother, you see your body as your baby’s safe haven and you expect it to cooperate fully. When something goes awry, you can’t help but look at your body and say “You failed me, my baby is gone”.

I did it, too.

Sometimes, yes, something goes terribly wrong within our bodies that we have no control over, so you do look at your body and you hate it.

It’s normal.

So, where do you go from there? How do you go from a dislike of your body to a complete love of it?

This is where, I believe, mindset comes in.

When you think of your loss, there is pain and heartache, but there are also beautiful blessings that DO come out of it.

That is our body.

We must look beyond what we feel are it’s shortcomings and see it for the many things it can and does do for us. If you are reading this, you woke up today. Our bodies are alive and functioning. We created our babies within our bodies and it’s a miracle if you look into the science behind conception. How a body sustains a little life within it is mind-blowing.

How our bodies can continue to function every day is a miracle.

These bodies, they are the only body we will ever have. If you have stretch marks, embrace them knowing they are a sign of motherhood. If your breasts aren’t perky anymore, it’s motherhood. If you have some extra skin, it’s motherhood. If you have scars, each one has a story to tell about YOU and what you have survived.

And we are survivors. We’ve survived the worst thing a mother can endure. Does it hurt? Heavens yes, but we’ve survived.

Our body is a mother’s story of survival! That is amazing to me.

Try standing in front of the mirror, take all of your perceived flaws/bodily failures, and spin them around. What is positive about each?? It is vitally important to embrace your body for being so amazing! Once you are able to love your body, it is much easier to focus on physical health. This isn’t to say that you won’t go through periods where you pick yourself apart, but you’ll be able to handle this and manage it easier.

Bereaved Mothers day is here, and so is Mothers day.  Summer is fast approaching, and it is a season of becoming particulary aware of our bodies.  I challenge you, to consider writing a Love Letter to your body.  It’s OK if you don’t feel ready yet or strong enough to.  But if you can say anything, even, “I’m not ready to love my body yet”, and submit it in May or June, you will be entered to win a Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness ribbon belly ring!  This awesome belly ring is courtesy of Handmade Jillry.

Just click the photo below to see the Love Letters section.

 

Training Announcement!

Those SBD doula training applicants who complete their registration by May 5 will be entered to win a complete miscarriage blanket package from Miscarriage Blankets and More, valued at well over $200!

This package provides you with 11 differently sized sets of blankets and hats.  You will be able to provide a special set to the families you serve, and can restock the sets you have given easily, through Miscarriage Blankets and More.

Below are the names of those already registered and ready to enter the giveaway opportunity.  Make sure your name is on this list!

Visit the stillbirthday doula training registration page to get registered!

  • Bethany
  • Jennifer
  • Hope
  • Courtney
  • Connie
  • Maria
  • Michelle
  • January
  • Michelle
  • Karen
  • Monica
  • Jennifer
  • Barbara-ann
  • Tonya
  • Emma
  • Jodie
  • Melissa
  • Hope
  • Kelly

This giveaway is now closed.  The random number selected was 4 – Courtney!

 

Things We Don’t Say

Grief is hard enough as it is.  Sometimes, we may have feelings that can serve to threaten an already fragile structure.

But our own silence of these things can be just as damaging as the silence our society has toward pregnancy and infant loss.

Here, is a little list, to serve as a platform for future posts.

These are things in addition to the already many feelings we know about bereavement – feeling isolated, misunderstood, silenced.

 

If you resonate with any of these, or if there’s one you’d like to see on the list, you can comment below, or you can email privately to Heidi.Faith@stillbirthday.info.

  • I felt relief.  At any point, there was a sense of relief.
  • I felt anger toward my baby.  At some point in the pregnancy or birth, I felt anger toward my baby.
  • I really might be depressed.  I want to say it isn’t so, but, it might be.
  • I feel confused as to what I grieve and how much I grieve.
  • I feel angry at my surviving children and/or my spouse, because they either don’t understand my grief or they distract me from its work.
  • I feel angry at God and/or at faith in general.
  • I feel angry at my body.
  • I feel insecure, threatened and angry at other people’s interpretations of loss, dying, or life after death.
  • Issues and pains from long ago have resurfaced because of my loss.

Please know that you are not alone, if you have felt these or other things.  We have a large support section here at stillbirthday, including emergency support.

 

Bald and Bereaved

As far back as biblical times, there has been a connection with shaving hair and mourning (such as Micah 1:16).

In more recent times, there are studies that indicates women cutting their hair after major life events – breakups in particular.

And even among those who trim our locks, there are differing reasons for it:

“You can’t change the situation. But with hair you’re given the chance to change it and move on.”

“I didn’t think cutting my hair would help me cope… but would help me separate my life from the one I made with him,”

Source of quotes: How a Haircut Helps You Cope

And yet others, they think it has something to do with an underlying anger or hostility toward our husbands (source).  It might be connected to feelings of despair – a beautiful fresh hair style can help boost your self esteem, but a very radical change driven by impulse might also have a very negative effect.

So, what about you?

Have you changed your hair style since your bereavement?  Did it offer a needed freshness?  Was it a radically drastic hair style change?  Have you ever noticed the correlation of feelings and hair styles before?

 

Finally, I would like to express my appreciation to two beautiful stillbirthday mothers, Kat, for bravely asking such a question, and Nicole, for shining some light in how to answer it.

 

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.