My name is Nicky, I'm in my 40s and originally from the Midlands, UK; my mother still lives in the house where I was born. I'm married with 2 children, 2 of 3, the middle one being stillborn. I'm a photographer now my children are older, but I was a fulltime Mum for 11 years.
DW: Who was the person that died?
NH: When my son was not quite 3 we lost our first daughter Kim, stillborn at term, with no apparent reason why, and no answers form a post mortem. I found the lack of answers strangely reassuring, if nothing was found, I felt it was unlikely to happen again, though it was hard to go through 3 early miscarriages before finally becoming and then staying pregnant with our second daughter, at which point worry just drifted away - her due date was Kim's birthday which we took as a good omen.
DW: How old were you at the time?
NH: I was in my mid-30s
DW: Can you tell me about her birth?
NH: Kim had a healthy heart beat through the labour, but once born, she didn't breathe and couldn't be made to breathe, and so drifted away minutes after she had arrived.
There was no clue that Kim was not going to live, it was a shock and I was initially numb, entangled with the fatigue from an overnight labour, it was as if it was happening to someone else, almost like an 'out of body' remote experience.
DW: Had you experienced any other deaths in your personal life before Kim died?
NH: I attended my first funeral at the age of around 7, a lady who had been 'like a second mother' to my father after his own mother died, and I saw her in her coffin in the front room of the house, with the curtains partly drawn, as used to be the tradition. That's all I remember, just her in her coffin in that room, I don't remember the service or anything else. By the time I was 14 other family friends were having cancer treatment or heart attacks then suddenly Dad himself had cancer diagnosed when I was 16. He died when I was 19. The year of the movie "Four Weddings & a Funeral", I attended 4 funerals and a wedding as elderly uncles and aunts began to die - my mother was the youngest of 8 by several years. A colleague died of Leukaemia at age 24 when I was 22. Death was all around. Perhaps all of that loss was preparation for the greatest loss of all, the loss of a child. My brother lost a child when I was expecting my son. Losing a child goes against the natural order, you expect to lose your parents at some point, but not a child. I became familiar with grief.
DW: Were people supportive of your grief or did they shy away when you were grieving?
NH: Immediate family and friends were very supportive, though my mother found it almost impossible to tolerate. Through having my son I had built a wide network of other Mums, friends to one degree or another, on whom I could lean a little so not becoming a burden to one or two. I also sought counselling through my doctor. One person wondered if I was 'grieving properly' as they had not actually seen a tear fall. I dislike crying in 'public' so she didn't see me on the days when I cried, until she made me cry, then she seemed happy.
DW: Was Kim buried or cremated?
NH: Kim was cremated after just me, my husband, our midwife and 2 friends present at a short service with a couple of readings. We did not feel a large funeral appropriate, and unnecessary for us. We had a huge number of cards and armfuls of flowers at home and wanted to say our private goodbye.
DW: Did you learn anything about the grieving process that you'd like to share?
NH: Grieving is exhausting and if you find you are having a 'happy day' - a day where you feel optimistic, uplifted, positive, not sad - then embrace it and don't feel guilty. A day off from varying degrees of despair and heart-wrenching pain can be a good thing, so Have a Happy Day, once in a while, if it comes, run with it, its ok, let yourself be happy. Ultimately, for most of us, life does go on. It doesn't mean that we have forgotten the lost loved one. Its a bit like pulling into a lay-by for a rest from driving along grief's road, which can seem endless, especially at the start.
I put a signature in my emails at the time which said: "The body is well, the mind is managing, and the love of Kim's healing gift is keeping the heart from breaking." The healing gift was that Kim's birth went very well and was a positive experience despite her death, after a very traumatic birth with my son 3 years earlier which had left me severely traumatised. (I was hospital-phobic at that time, which was a serious problem.)
DW: Were any songs played at her memorial?
NH: We made a conscious decision not to play music and then forever have a sad association with something that could come on the radio and upset what might be a stable day that day. Instead we had 2 children's stories read out, as well as poems we had each written, my husband and I. The books were No Matter What and Time for Bed. The first one talks about a mother loving her child no matter what, and includes a line "Love like starlight never dies". We had to hide them for a few years as we couldn't read them at bedtime to our son, but eventually we were able to read them to our 2nd daughter without getting choked up. We still have them.
Thank you Nicky for sharing your experience. Nicky will be back on Wednesday. She is a photographer with Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep in the UK.
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Pamela
WTF
Hey, this is a PG-13 blog, so don't even let your mind go there. Wednesday-Thursday-Friday. That's what it stands for.
So, yeah, it's Wednesday on the old Death Writer blog and I have neither a writer nor a professional to talk with today. I am totally to blame as I didn't actively pursue anyone to interview until, well, today. And that would be Tuesday. I've been living. My son has been learning to swim. He's 8 and when we lived on that mountain in Colorado, we didn't exactly have swimming pools behind every house. So, he's learning how to be a little fishy a little later than most kids. But, what he lacks in experience, he makes up for with exuberance. He is slowly discovering how to move about in water. Yes, it freaks him out, but like his mom, he jumps in anyway. Sometimes with a gentle nudge from the instructor.
I've also been reading the Bible, a lovely Children's edition from the 60's, for my other writing project on religion. And let me tell you, it takes a loooooooooong time to read the Bible. You probably already know this if you're a Christian, but like my son, I'm arriving to the party a little late. Anyway, I'm like a graduate of the Evelyn Woods speed reading course and I still haven't gotten very far into it. I'm writing down passages and scratching my head and wondering where Cain's wife came from and all sorts of other stuff that makes no sense. Maybe if I'd read this earlier in my life, I'd get it. I've got four different Bibles, but I like the Children's one the best. I'm also starting a Bible study group on Sunday and I did the whole week's lesson in one day. When it asks, so how do you feel about Jesus now (I'm paraphrasing) I'm like, the same as I did yesterday. Ah, faith. Where art thou?
I've also been reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. This could be contributing to my lackadaisical attitude this week. I'm kind of sucked in and repelled at the same time. I always knew that she'd committed suicide at the age of thirty and I'm thinking this book is somewhat autobiographical of her life, despite it being fiction. I could be wrong. I often am. It's kind of making me sad, but I would feel like a giant jerk if I didn't finish it.
So, yeah, it's Wednesday on the old Death Writer blog and I have neither a writer nor a professional to talk with today. I am totally to blame as I didn't actively pursue anyone to interview until, well, today. And that would be Tuesday. I've been living. My son has been learning to swim. He's 8 and when we lived on that mountain in Colorado, we didn't exactly have swimming pools behind every house. So, he's learning how to be a little fishy a little later than most kids. But, what he lacks in experience, he makes up for with exuberance. He is slowly discovering how to move about in water. Yes, it freaks him out, but like his mom, he jumps in anyway. Sometimes with a gentle nudge from the instructor.
I've also been reading the Bible, a lovely Children's edition from the 60's, for my other writing project on religion. And let me tell you, it takes a loooooooooong time to read the Bible. You probably already know this if you're a Christian, but like my son, I'm arriving to the party a little late. Anyway, I'm like a graduate of the Evelyn Woods speed reading course and I still haven't gotten very far into it. I'm writing down passages and scratching my head and wondering where Cain's wife came from and all sorts of other stuff that makes no sense. Maybe if I'd read this earlier in my life, I'd get it. I've got four different Bibles, but I like the Children's one the best. I'm also starting a Bible study group on Sunday and I did the whole week's lesson in one day. When it asks, so how do you feel about Jesus now (I'm paraphrasing) I'm like, the same as I did yesterday. Ah, faith. Where art thou?
I've also been reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. This could be contributing to my lackadaisical attitude this week. I'm kind of sucked in and repelled at the same time. I always knew that she'd committed suicide at the age of thirty and I'm thinking this book is somewhat autobiographical of her life, despite it being fiction. I could be wrong. I often am. It's kind of making me sad, but I would feel like a giant jerk if I didn't finish it.
Here's Sylvia and her husband in happier days
So, I'm sorry I didn't provide you with a witty, wonderful writer or an angel of a professional today. Next week, I promise.
So, what are you reading? And if you don't read, can you swim? I certainly hope so. Because life would be pretty darn boring without books and large bodies of water. So, did you take lessons or did your older brother throw you in the deep end and you kind of winged it? An inquiring mind wants to know.
Tuesday Movie: Dear Zachary
I was originally going to suggest another movie, but on Friday night, one of my friends suggested that I watch
Dear Zachary, which is a documentary that will blow your mind. Seriously. I don't want to give anything away other than that this film is about a man, Andrew Bagby, who was murdered by his ex-girlfriend. The murderer is pregnant with Andrew's child. The man's best friend, a documentary filmmaker, decides to make a film about Andrew for the son who will never know his father.
Yes, it's about a murder. But, more importantly, it's about how we affect the people around us, leaving the viewer with the question--how will I be remembered? It's like It's a Wonderful Life without the happy ending.
Trust me. This is a very important film if you are a human and I'm assuming you are:) DO NOT GOOGLE this movie and read about it before you watch it. And watch it with someone you love. And don't forget the Kleenex.
It's available on Netflix.