Rainbow Baby

A Thankful Heart

This is our first Thanksgiving without Theodore. I should be cutting up turkey into small pieces and placing it on the tray of his highchair next to me. Instead, it sits empty in the corner of our kitchen. I’ve been living every day since August 4 with a tender heart and shattered soul but the holidays certainly have a way of emphasizing Theo’s absence. I previously experienced this when I celebrated my birthday last month. As I blew out my candles I had only one wish – the one wish, which I know is impossible to grant: to have my sweet boy back.

Although I celebrate it without Theo, this Thanksgiving, I realize that I have so much to be thankful for.

I am thankful for palliative pediatric physicians and nurses. I can’t imagine a more difficult job. You watch sweet, innocent children slowly fade from this world, at times suffering in such cruel, unfair ways. And, you have conversations with their exhausted, hopeful parents that should never be heard. Yet your strength does not detach you and your compassion is always apparent. To you, every little child is as special as the next and the small details never go unnoticed: which stuffed animal was his favourite, which songs seemed to relax him best, when he was cutting a new tooth, or when he received a new haircut. You did everything in your power to save him and when medical intervention failed, you did everything you could to keep him comfortable. But, the tears in your eyes when you said goodbye to him for the last time meant more to me than your medical degree every did.

I am thankful for organizations such as the Ronald McDonald House, which provided us with a room to stay so we could be as close to Theo as possible while he was in the hospital. I am also thankful for a healthcare system that allowed us to eventually leave the sterile confines of the hospital and take care of Theo in our own home. This required coordination from multiple agencies and is a luxury that parents in most other countries would only dream of. We were able to stay by our son’s side, create countless memories, and eventually provide him with a dignified peaceful passing in the comforts of our home, surrounding by family.

I am thankful for my nieces and nephews. Every single time I see you all together, I can’t help but picture your cousin running beside you. And most days, the vacancy of that empty swing next to you is almost too much to bear. But then you say the one word, which plays such beautiful music to my ears. A single word, which confirms his existence. His name. Theo. Unlike most adults who are afraid to say his name, your innocence protects you from this fear. And when you do, I have to fight back the tears and resist from wrapping you in a big hug because it absolves me from my greatest worry: that he has been forgotten.

I am thankful for my sons. One of whom I carry in my arms and one of whom I carry in my heart. I will suffer no greater loss than the loss of my child but I am thankful for the opportunity to be his mother. There are women who would trade anything in this world to hold their child in their arms and to experience the joy of motherhood. I am blessed to have experienced this first with Theo, even if it was taken from me so painfully and so soon.

I am thankful for other bereaved parents who have reached out to me since Theo’s passing although I wish our club didn’t exist. No one should experience the pain of seeing their child take their last breath, and the cruelty of picking out their tiny coffin and watching it be lowered into the ground. And, the worry that you’ll one day forget his sweet smell, the softness of his cheeks, or the way his hair tucked around his ears. You have reminded me to breathe on the days where the grief feels suffocating and that it’s ok to smile on the days when I feel him extra close to me. We are united by our angel children and are comforted by knowing that they are together, at peace, watching over us.

Lastly, I am thankful for you. Your messages, prayers, cards, phone calls, donations and comments on this blog have radiated through the darkness. You have carried me on the days when I lacked the strength to take the next step. I wish I had the opportunity to thank each and every one of you personally. This year has definitely been the hardest of my life and I have certainly struggled with its merciless events but then I remind myself of you. Your selfless compassion and genuine empathy have upheld our family and assured me that life still is beautiful, still is deserving of gratitude.

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Big Brother

A few days after we returned home from Theo’s funeral, one of his nurses came by for a visit. We sat in our family room, the room that was previously home to Theo’s crib, equipment, medication and dressing supplies. The same room where we had held our beautiful boy for the last time, just one week before.

I feel lost, I remember telling her. For the last 7 months, Theo had been the sole focus of our family. Every ounce of our energy and time was devoted to his care. Now he’s gone, and we are two parents without a purpose and without a child.

She reminded us that for the last 7 months, we had been living a life inconceivable to most. Mark and I had normalized it because we had no other choice. And though we would still trade every ounce of normalcy to have him back, Theo’s illness consumed every aspect of our lives which revolved around nursing shifts, around the clock medication, daily dressing changes, social isolation, and the intense anxiety of knowing that at any point, we would have to say goodbye to our little boy.

Her advice to us was this: rest. Take this time to rest physically and emotionally.

I realized that, as the shock of Theo’s passing was starting to wear, I needed time to be quiet and still. And I did just that. I detached myself from most of the world so I could quietly grieve my son and rest my heart. When I use the word rest, I’m not referring to a repose from mourning, quite the opposite actually, a time to just be. A time to let the stillness of grief replace the former restlessness that defined our lives.

But now I’ve found myself being drawn back to my writing as I navigate this complex grieving process, and I wanted to start with an announcement.

Our sweet Theo is a big brother. A week and a half after we laid our first son to rest, we welcomed our second.

Babies born after child loss are often referred to as Rainbow Babies. This is quite befitting as the beauty of a rainbow does not negate the ravages of the storm yet in the midst of the darkness and clouds, it provides light and hope. Joy and sorrow dance daily as we grieve Theo’s loss and find happiness in our son, Frederick.

There are now two things that I always wear close to my heart. The first is Frederick, whom, as you can imagine, rarely leaves my arms. The second is an angel wing that I wear around my neck, of which Mark has an identical one. The pair made by the two was attached to the pocket of Theo’s jacket when we buried him.

“Oh my love will fly to you each night on angel’s wings…”

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Miracle Mondays – A Heartbeat

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We heard the heartbeat of our second child for the first time while Theo was still on life support.

When we first found out we were pregnant again, we were ecstatic. Our family of three was soon becoming a family of four and our life felt incredibly blessed and perfectly complete. I excitedly envisioned some of the moments that would construct our new future:  Theo meeting his new brother or sister for the first time, teaching them how to crawl or throw the ball for Ruby to fetch; the two of them outside with Dad skating on the backyard rink.

Now, our new future is unfolding and adapting day by day, moment by moment. There have been times over the last two months that this pregnancy has unjustly fallen into the shadows of our life’s current chaos and I struggle with the new unknowns that it presents. How will I devote enough of my time and energy to Theo when the needs of a newborn are just as great? Will this child even meet their older brother? If we had not already been pregnant, would we have been ready for another baby?

But as I feel the stirring of new life inside me, I am grounded by the love I have for this baby and am reminded that the unknowns are irrelevant. Life will unfold for us as it will, and the one certainty I have is that our family’s new future will be defined by love and strength.

I humbly and gratefully view this pregnancy for the miracle it is and for the hope and joy it will provide us.