Today my daughter would have been one month old.
I have been through more at twenty two than most people go through in their entire lives, but I will never let what challenges life brings take my hope and my joy.
I have been called irritatingly optimistic.
I had my first child when I was 16, and he was conceived in rape. I loved my son from the moment I knew I was carrying him. I wasn’t really religious, but I did believe in God. The day I found out I was pregnant God spoke to me, or maybe a whisper, I don’t know how to describe it but I knew in my heart, in my spirit, that I was going to raise this baby and all would be well. And it was.
My son is greatly loved by so many people. It baffles my mind the way God turned something dreadful into something so very beautiful.
That is not
to say that my decision hasn’t come with extreme challenges and at times,
anguish and an unfathomable amount of emotions. But that is a story for a different day.
On December
12th when I saw that positive on the pregnancy test I was at first
in disbelief, then when it sank in I literally fell to my knees and started
crying. I was overwhelmed with joy. I
prayed and praised through tears thanks for giving us this little life
inside me.
We told
everyone right away. I didn’t worry for
a second that anything would happen to this baby. I believed arrogantly that God wouldn’t allow
me to go through another traumatic pregnancy experience.
Everything was perfect. I went to Walmart the day I found out and bought “I love daddy” pacifiers and a cute little bacon teether I thought my husband would like. That Friday I went and bought maternity clothes. I had everything in the house organized perfectly weeks before she was due. I couponed and had diapers and wipes stocked up for probably about a year. I had everything labeled so that when we came home with our baby girl my husband or anyone at the house would be able to find everything. I had our bedroom set up and ready for her for months. I was so incredibly excited.
The
pregnancy went perfectly. I worked out
up until the day before I delivered.
Even in my third trimester, people would assume I was so miserable, and,
most of the time, I answered with a smile and said no I wasn’t. My husband and
all of our families were excited, ready for this new addition to the family. I
was happily, joyfully, gratefully pregnant.
No words can
adequately describe the sorrow and despair felt when you are told your child
has died.
But there is always a light, and from that moment on I have never witnessed or felt so much love in my entire life.
My heart stopped. My world stopped. My baby? I was taken aback in disbelief. Thursday we had an ultrasound and she was perfectly healthy. The doctor turned the screen and I saw my baby's perfectly healthy body and spine curved around a heart that was still.
How could
this be? This happened to other people, not me.
How could we be in the tiny minority that have stillborn babies?
It should be a perfect delivery…we should be calling everyone telling
them that the long awaited baby girl was on her way.
After four more hours of painful labor and delivery, I gave birth to a baby that I knew was already gone. How could I find the strength when I knew that I wouldn't get to hear her cry...to give birth to death? It took all the little strength left in me, through tears to do it.
At 5:35 my daughter Savannah Rose Duncan was born. She was the most beautiful perfect little girl I have ever seen. I sobbed. I was in love. She was a perfect mix between me and my husband. I held her tightly. I knew that this time was the only time I would get with my long anticipated baby. Most of our immediate family was there by then, and was able to hold her, for the first and last time.
Gut
wrenching. Impossible. Horrifying.
My husband
and I were watching our baby girl be wheeled off to the morgue.
I wanted to rip my hair out, I felt like I was about to explode. How could life possibly go on without my baby girl? The thought of having a stillborn baby that was healthy and fully developed the day before seemed like an incomprehensible far away concept. But here I was. Barely surviving, without my daughter in this world. The grief and depression settled on me, weighing heavily all over my body, mind and spirit. I would look around, angry and confused that the world was still turning while mine had stopped. I couldn’t get up. I couldn’t breath and it was so hard to see past this pain. I didn't want to live in a world my daughter wasn't in.
I wanted to rip my hair out, I felt like I was about to explode. How could life possibly go on without my baby girl? The thought of having a stillborn baby that was healthy and fully developed the day before seemed like an incomprehensible far away concept. But here I was. Barely surviving, without my daughter in this world. The grief and depression settled on me, weighing heavily all over my body, mind and spirit. I would look around, angry and confused that the world was still turning while mine had stopped. I couldn’t get up. I couldn’t breath and it was so hard to see past this pain. I didn't want to live in a world my daughter wasn't in.
To say it has been a difficult journey for me and my family would be a grave understatement.
But God has
had us in his arms. We have had more
love and support from our community and family, and even strangers, than I even
knew was possible. My marriage has been
strengthened. All of my relationships have strengthened through this tragedy, and many broken ones restored. I have seen just a glimpse
of God’s beautiful, wonderful, mysterious plan.
God is good all the time.
Choose
joy. Choose love. Choose God.
My daughter
has made me a better person. While my
heart aches deeply and I desperately long for her to be in my arms, she is not.
But I do beleve she is is perfectly at peace, in the arms of Jesus in heaven.
But I choose
love. I will fight like hell everyday to
get through a world where my child isn’t with me. A world where another day isn't promised, and is full of sin and sadness everywhere. I will fight to always see the good.
I am
unbreakable.
But that
comes from a great trust in God. I
choose to seek Him and see the beauty in all things, even when I don’t
understand.
So now, you,
if you have read this, know wherever you are the IS hope.
Even in your
darkest, most desperate place, there is hope.
I have once
been told I have an irritatingly upbeat attitude and optimism.
That’s because I have been through hell on earth, but I have seen that any storm can end with sunshine and beauty.
I urge you,
love life. Live it. The good, the bad. One day it won’t matter, and we will be with
the Father.
Wherever you
are now, fight. Fight. Fight like hell and get through it. If I can, you can. Come out better and stronger. No circumstance is hopeless as long as you
choose hope, choose love.
I know I will, through all I have been through and having lost a child, I will smile.
I know I will, through all I have been through and having lost a child, I will smile.