A Little Life Remembered

from birth journal

Mis-Carry.  I don’t like this word.  It implies that I carried this baby differently.  But I didn’t.  My womb had an open door, the baby came in, and I accepted the life with the same fear and trembling, the same joy and wonder, the same gentle reminder that God is the creator and sustainer of life and that all I have to do is trust him and live and breathe.  I carried the baby in my heart and in my body with the same faith in a loving and merciful God.

When we told the kids we were having a baby, their joy was uncomplicated and perfect.  Our oldest burst into tears almost before I got the words out of my mouth.  The oldest three children spontaneously ran to smother me with hugs.  The youngest three asked questions.  We answered them with laughter and hearts full of hope.

We talked about baby names.  We started making plans.  I carried this baby with what I think was as uncomplicated, trusting love as I have ever had at this early stage of pregnancy.

So what did I miss?

Mis-carry is not a good enough word for the physical separation of two souls.  It doesn’t explain how deeply this is felt.  It doesn’t begin to describe what it is like to cry with your whole body.  To cry in blood.  It doesn’t describe the emptiness that lingers when the little house is swept clean and in order and no one is home.

I told Randy I was shocked by how much this hurts.  We have barely known of the existence of this little soul.  Only a few short weeks.  He looked at me in the eyes and told me that I have been nurturing and nourishing this child for ten weeks, keeping it alive with my own body.  He told me I am this baby’s mother.

I am this baby’s Mother.

That is a comfort to me.  And it somehow explains why it is ok to let myself feel every difficult, confusing, sorrowful emotion that I am feeling right now.  Even though this tiny life was just a flicker.  This child is mine.

I am grateful that when we told our children we would not get to meet our baby this side of heaven, they burst into tears.  I didn’t want to tell them because I didn’t want them to cry.  But I am grateful for their sorrow, because it proves that the life that came and went so quickly was treasured and loved and wanted.  That their love and hope for that child was pure and sweet and good and a gift from God.  And I think we all sense that we are blessed to mourn, for we are truly finding comfort in the arms of Christ.

As I am writing this, I am wrapped in a shawl given to me by a dear friend who lives across the country.  It is a comfort to me.  Our 18 month-old’s little round pink cheeks and her chubby little fingers that pull at my elbows is a comfort to me.  The gift of a cup of pomegranate raspberry tea comforts me.  Friends and family who step in and take over my life so I can go to the hospital or get some rest–what an incredible comfort.  Meals, messages, texts, prayers for our family.  The word of God.  These things comfort me.  The indescribable beauty of the faces of my living children.  What a miracle it is to see them before me.  What an incredible gift this life is.  I know that I am not alone and that God is with us.

I believe that this tiny flicker of a life, though the little candle has now gone out, has a purpose.  It has a purpose in this life and in the life to come, which is all the same life.  Life is everlasting.  And though we suffer because we will not see the face of this child in the only life we understand–here on this earth–we have hope and peace that this child is in the presence of our loving God.  And that one day, we will know this child as our own.  I am grateful that our little one is finished with suffering and pain.  And I trust that God will use the life of this child, as a seed that is planted here on earth, that will grow and flourish and bear fruit.  Even in death, God causes new life to spring up.  I pray that over this little life.

And though I ache to know our baby on this earth, I will continue to carry the comforting knowledge that this child was and is.   And I think in that way, the word (miscarry) serves me.  For as long as I live, I will both miss and carry this child in my heart.

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  1. Joan Zeigler says:

    I love your writing style. You have a beautiful way with words.
    I am so sorry about your little baby. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family as you grieve. Our comfort is that God is in your midst and that you will be reunited with this precious little one one day.

    1. mackenziechester says:

      Thank you so much, Joan. I appreciate you writing, and thank you so much for your prayers for us.

  2. Amy says:

    Oh Mackenzie. I’m so sorry for your loss. We lost a baby in 2003 (i was 12 weeks) and a couple of things surprised me: that there was so much physical pain involved and that I could grieve so hard for a little person I had never even met. Your description of crying in “tears and blood” was visceral and beautiful. There is a song by Jonathan and Melissa Helser called “Amy” about their little lost life dancing in heaven. Also, “Glory Baby” by Christy Nockels (Watermark?) about her sweet one in heaven. That one still brings tears of joy and longing to my eyes when I hear it all of these years later. I wear a teeny ring that fits half way down my pinky to carry my little one with us. No one knows that – it’s just for me. Love you and praying for you!!

    1. mackenziechester says:

      Amy, thank you so much for writing me. I appreciate you reaching out and sharing your story and your heart with me. Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. I love that you wear that little ring on your pinky in honor of your little tiny baby. I think that is a beautiful idea. I love you and appreciate your friendship and your prayers.

  3. MaryAnbe says:

    This was beautiful. I have 3 precious lives I’ve never met also but “miss and carry” in my hear always!! You have a wonderful gift with sharing words and your thoughts. Thank you for sharing…it was as if you read my heart. MaryAnne

    1. mackenziechester says:

      Thank you Maryanne so much for reading, responding, and sharing your story with me. This means so much.

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