Personal Stories: Loss

Faith During Miscarriage
Learning From a Grieving Mother
I meditate on the idea that my baby is in a loving, nurturing and beautiful place. I imagine that every soul before birth chooses an earthly mother as a vehicle to this world. I am honored to have been part of my son’s journey.
G-d, Why Did I Miscarry?
I am in the hospital because the previous night I lost my pregnancy, my potential baby. He is in the hospital for bringing three new babies into the world. How could this happen?
I had carried children to the underground shelters and sang cheerful songs to them while guns fired across the hills. I had cleaned public washrooms, scrubbed thousands of floors, scoured gigantic greasy pots . . . A little thing like losing a baby shouldn’t upset me. But my shameless tears refused to obey.
The Empty Sac
I watched the screen as he moved the instrument around. “Here is the sack,” he said as he pointed to a roundness appearing in the screen. He continued to search, yet had a blank expression on his face. “I’m sorry, but the sack is empty.”
Dear Neshama'le
A Letter to My Baby in Heaven
Dear Neshamal'e , decided to write you. I wanted to begin with 'My Neshama'le or 'our Neshama'le, but mainly you are His Neshama'le...
Still Born
I awoke suddenly with a strange feeling of dread. Momentarily I felt as if I could not move my legs and it began to dawn on me. I had been raped...
Labors of Light and Darkness
The night before my routine ultrasound, I cried for two hours, as waves of sadness crashed over me, and took me deeper and deeper into a sea of grief, a grief so deep there were no words...
Almost Twins
Happily contemplating the way our family was now growing on the fast track, I didn't honestly consider the second ultrasound as anything more than a technicality...
Another Kind of Baby
Six months ago I had a late-stage miscarriage, and gave birth to a baby that had passed away in the fifth month. I got out of the hospital, and began to write...
Walking On
Moving Forward After Miscarriage
I place one foot in front of the other, and I walk forward into an uncertain future that contains moments of both pleasure and pain. This act takes courage...
Playing It Safe
When tragedy finally came, these rules could not protect me, and it forced me to confront the real costs of playing it safe. How much had I missed out on, I wondered, as I traveled the safe route?
2/3 of a Mommy
Dealing with the Loss of a Child
Sometimes I look at my living family and feel so filled with love that I could radiate with it, overwhelmed with joy to the point of spilling incoherent tears because these people are just so amazing. But even those heavenly moments of crazy-lady love are so augmented by the constant presence of grief that happiness is now a completely different emotion than it once was...
Silent Mourners
How A Miscarriage Affected My Family
Having lost a baby makes me more aware of the miraculous nature of birth. I pray for my friends, that their pregnancies be healthy and full-term. I pray for neighbors. And I pray for myself...
A Mother Without a Child
I didn't feel any pain, even though there wasn't even enough time to give me much in the way of anesthesia. I could see her, but I hadn't yet heard her...
Two Little Miracles
My High-Risk Pregnancy with Twins
Today for the third time in my life, I saw that magical pink line, that little line that will change my life forever. I'm pregnant. Again. Today is a special day. Today I ask G‑d that you be my first, that you will be born...
The Unlit Candle
Seeking Wholeness After the Loss of A Baby
Without a candle to light, there is no external testament to these other two souls, who lived briefly and invisibly as members of our family. There is only a feeling of loss in the air...
Learning to Mother Again After Losing My Baby to SIDS
The internet is an amazing thing. In an instant, mothers from all over the world can connect with each other online. We share interests, tips, stories about our children; we compare ourselves and pick one another apart...
Our Holy Baby
Our beautiful baby Zushe developed with a disease known as anencephaly, a one-in-a-thousand anomaly which causes the baby to develop without a brain or skull. With shock and disbelief, we were made to digest news that escaped even the wildest realms of our imagination: that our baby had a disease that was “incompatible with life.”
Mourning My Miscarriage
As the Flame Flickers
Sometimes, when I see a little boy, I wonder who my child might have been. Precocious, talking at an early age? Maybe. Spoiled? Probably. Would he have been loved? Completely...
You Cradled Death
Dear Brother,
You cradled death
in your arms
where there should have been life
Thoughts After a Stillbirth
I didn’t want to hear that my gargantuan loss was just random. I needed to believe that there was meaning to it.
The Bat Mitzvah My Daughter Never Had
When we walked into the NICU and saw the look on the nurses' faces it all of a sudden hit me that the sign was because of our baby. I couldn't believe it. That wasn't part of the plan. She was supposed to grow bigger and we were going to fly to Boston. I had not really considered the option of her dying...
Loving Suggestions for Grief After Miscarriage 
Now that time has passed, I have more tools for processing emotions. Here are some things that would have given comfort to my grieving self.
My Son’s Life
It may seem odd that I am writing such a detailed letter. But I have noticed that it’s been very hard for people to talk about this, so I decided to step forward on my own and tell this story . . .
Realizing I'm Never Alone
Dealing with the Loss of My Premature Baby
Before this happened, I had never met anyone who had given birth to a premature baby or experienced the death of a child. It had certainly never occurred to me that this type of thing could happen to me...
Echoes: A Letter to the One I Lost
Losing a Baby to Crib Death
I loved you, and I cared for you, deep into the night and day. I invested in you, and watched you grow as the months passed by. Then, one night, after our five o’clock feeding together, I put you into bed for the very last time...
Our Baby’s Meaningful Two Weeks
I held vigil by her cribside. She was too fragile to hold, but we were encouraged to talk to her and gently stroke her hand. “She knows you’re there,” the nurses helpfully said as the hours wore on. I helplessly watched the machines pump air and life into her skinny and frail body, barely the length of my forearm . . .
Disguised Blessings
When G-d communicates with us from a place closer to His essence, we don’t understand Him clearly. Was that a hug? ’Cause it felt like a slap in the face . . .
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