Keeping the Faith

When there is no gravestone, no photo album, no happy memories

The tattoo is small, no bigger than a five-cent piece.  It is a swallow, black, etched at the inside of my right wrist; wings spread wide, beak pointed like an arrow and tail trailing behind in two fluent slashes.

photo-48A surge of nausea pushes up my throat when I think of the day that I walked into the tat shop and proffered my arm to the man wielding the buzzing pen that would mingle ink with my blood.  Pain is not my forte.

As I sat still as a Grecian statue, and about as white, asking for a “break” (water, barley sugar and head between knees), another guy was having a sleeve done – colourful and intricate.  He chuckled as a pasty version of myself walked by, after it was all done, making a beeline for the door where I vomited on the steps.  Like I said, not good with pain.

I knew this, but still pressed ahead because of something so much more painful that I have recently experienced: miscarriage.

That little bird winging away from me is a gravestone, an ultrasound image, a photo album of memories yet to be made.

When a baby dies within the womb, us grieving parents have none of those tangibles, no monikers of life to cling to when the pain flares.  There is no place to lay flowers, no photos to stick on the fridge, no memories to smile at with fondness.

Soon, we commemorate Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day – an occasion I admittedly had no knowledge of until I ‘qualified’.  One in every four pregnancies end in miscarriage, yet we are still somewhat reticent to talk about it.

We have lost two little ones recently.  Many of you will know how difficult this path is, particularly the fear that it will happen again and again.  However, as Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “It is better to light a candle, than to curse in the darkness.” And better to have known the light of these little lives, however young, than to not have known them at all.

On October 15 at 7pm, parents everywhere will light a candle to remember the lives of their babies cut short before their time.  The hour long ‘International Wave of Light’ honours life and acknowledges the unique grief of pregnancy and infant loss.

I want to light a candle for you parents who know what I’m talking about, and are struggling.

What has helped us?

It has helped to confide in close friends, just a few, who understand and are unafraid of asking difficult questions and enduring uncomfortable silences.

It has helped to name our babies.

It has helped to acknowledge significant dates, like the days they were due to be born.

It has helped to keep some things close to our chests, just for us.

Our faith has gained us perspective (“Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes…” James 4:14) and affirmed the innate value of all life (“God created man in his own image,” Genesis 1:27).

It has helped to be gentle on ourselves and release ourselves from some responsibilities and expectations.

And, for me, it has helped to have an image imprinted on my skin in the same way that the lives of my babies will always remain imprinted on my heart.


Need help?
Sands Australia offers miscarriage, stillbirth and newborn death support.
1300 072 637


First published in The Examiner newspaper for Keeping the Faith column on Monday October 14, 2013.

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4 Comments

  1. Julie says

    I always think that when you hear you are pregnant you immediately have all the love for this child that you will ever have,
    into eternity. You don’t think about it, it is just there. So when you miscarry you still grieve as if you had a lifetime of love, even though you don’t have the day to day experiences.

  2. Bless you Claire,

    Thank you so much for being courageous enough to share with us your sorrowful, painful and very personal experiences.  We can’t explain why your children’s time had come before they were born, or why, in fact, other children survive against the odds.  May we not be driven to despair contemplating such things.  Rather may we put our hope in God.  May I learn to say as Job did, after his children were taken from him:

    The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised.” (Job 1:21b NIV)

    But I can really only say this by coming humbly before God and reminding myself of his promises, eg:

    Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. (Proverbs 3:5-6 NIV)

    Bless you again Claire.

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