***Warning:This is a Crying Post, Grab Your Kleenex***<\/p>\n
Three years ago, we lost our Bernadette half-way through pregnancy to a knot in her cord. My husband cried; my children cried; I could not cry. Tears would occasionally leak down my cheeks, but it was more overflow than mourning. I was too numb to actually be able to feel<\/span> the loss of her.<\/p>\n How do you mourn someone you\u2019ve never seen? How do you cry for an image in your mind? And not just for the baby she was, but the happy girl she would have become? One of my favorite phrases is a \u201cremembered future.\u201d How do you mourn for all the remembered futures, all the should have beens?<\/p>\n Then an acquaintance handed me her 6 day old girl and I began to weep, loudly. The tears washed the makeup from my cheeks and any trace of mascara from my lashes. I cried and cried and cried. I began to heal.<\/p>\n Last week, #6 was the borrowed baby for a lovely couple I had never met before. We have a common friend who told me about them and asked for prayers. They had lost their son at week 19 of pregnancy due to tragic circumstances. They were stunned by the suddenness of death and by the swiftness with which tragedy had befallen them. Our common friend knew of our Bernadette and of the peace that came from being able to say good bye-to her. They were stuck in their grief, she told me, could I return the favor and let them borrow #6?<\/p>\n I met them last week at their home. They answered the door wearing the pinched look of grief and too much weight upon their shoulders. #6 was sleeping in that boneless baby way and I handed him over to the woman who would be his \u201cmom\u201d for the next hour or so.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s his name?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n \u201cYou tell me.\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n \u201cNathan. His name was Nathan.\u201d and the tears began to drip off of her chin.<\/p>\n I went quietly to the guest room and read a book I had brought while they held my boy and said good-bye to their own. With a place to focus their grief, they could hold it back no longer.<\/p>\n I could hear nothing but sobbing and then her wail of \u201cI\u2019m sorry I couldn\u2019t keep you safe. I was your mom and it was my job to keep you safe. I\u2019m so sorry, Nathan.\u201d<\/p>\n They held and kissed and loved our boy for well over an hour before they brought him back to me. The tears had dried upon their cheeks and the hunch of their shoulders was lifting. <\/p>\n His \u201cdad\u201d held him close and whispered \u201cGood-bye, my son.\u201d<\/p>\n His \u201cmom\u201d kissed him and said \u201cI\u2019ll always love you.\u201d #6 smiled his giant smile and planted a face-licking baby kiss on her jaw. She smiled and said, \u201cHe kissed me good-bye.\u201d<\/p>\n They both hugged me tightly and then watched with quivering lips as I put a smiling cooing boy into his carseat for the ride home. I was half a block away when my phone rang.<\/p>\n \u201cThank you.\u201d she told me. \u201cYou don\u2019t know what a gift it is to be able to say good-bye.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, I do,\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n I could hear the slight smile in her voice as she said, \u201cYou\u2019ll never guess what my husband said. He said \u2018Do you think she knows? Do you think she knows that she\u2019s the Angel of Mercy and the Angel of Death? She gave him to us and then she took him away.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d I sighed, \u201cI know, and I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe forgive you.\u201d She said, and I knew that they had.<\/p>\n *Written with great love for Nathan\u2019s parents, with their permission, in the hope that other parents will consider letting their own children be borrowed babies and help heal someone\u2019s heart. Saying good-bye is only the beginning, but it is the hardest part.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" ***Warning:This is a Crying Post, Grab Your Kleenex*** Three years ago, we lost our Bernadette half-way through pregnancy to a knot in her cord. My husband cried; my children cried; I could not cry. Tears would occasionally leak down my cheeks, but it was more overflow than mourning. I was too numb to actually be […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1979,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1009","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n