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What Is Gained After Insufferable Loss.

January 24, 2014


By Stacey Shannon.

I hide these tears from my husband and kids. It upsets the kids, unsettles them, to see me cry.  My husband, who loves me, but who never properly dealt with his own grief, is not able to respond to the quivering blob of bottomless need that replaces his normally stoic and capable wife each year at this time.  This upsets me–but then most everything upsets me right now.  I am short with my darling dears.  Then berate myself for not holding them close and treasuring them instead.  They are, after all, the babes God allowed me leave the hospital with.  

But, now, it’s a rainy Monday morning, my darling dears are at school, my husband, at work and I am on the couch, still fighting a stomach thing that has been dogging me for two weeks.  I call the doctor to explain the problem and as I am made to list and thus face, the pain, inconvenience and other indignities I’ve suffered for the last 10 days, it is too much, something snaps and the tears will not be stopped.

Who are these tears for?

They are for my raven-haired first born.  Why she was allowed to leave here without knowing how very much she was loved and wanted, I can’t comprehend.  When I think of the things she missed, that we missed as a family, I can only shake my head.  I’m sorry her last day on earth was spent on the surgeon’s table instead of in my arms.  I’m sorry I let them cut her satin skin and crank open her impossibly tiny chest.  I guess we made the only decisions we could at the time, but, now, knowing the outcome, I wish I had said “no” and spent her last days holding her warm little body, letting her feel my love for her. Covering her angel skin with mommy-kisses and tickling her tiny feet.  I would have rocked her and sang her all the lullabies I’d been storing away like so many Christmas ornaments wrapped in tissue paper.  I didn’t have the chance to do any of these things until it was all over. I hope she doesn’t hold it against me.

And, they are for me, the girl I used to be.  The girl I was 12 years ago who never believed, no matter what the doctors said, that my baby would not come home with me. I was the one reassuring everyone around me.  I was keeping every one’s hope afloat.  The possibility of my baby dying never once computed with me until it was all over.  It took us a year and half of trying, in earnest, to conceive her.  “God wouldn’t make us wait that long, give her to us, then take her back after 3 days.  Where is the sense in that?  Of course we will take her home, of course we will.  She will come through this day-long surgery just fine and we will take her home.  This is just another test–He just wants to see how much we want her.”  That girl? The one who was so sure she understood the order of the universe? She doesn’t exist anymore.  And I miss her.  I cry for her broken heart, as I would cry for anyone else’s.  She left a piece of her heart back there in that bitter and grey January.  I see it now, that lost piece of her heart, as one sees the broken bits of muffler in the rear-view mirror as the car it was once an important part of,  inexplicably, continues to chug on down the interstate.

I keep a list in my head of all sorts of things I lost in that moment.   Topping the list: consciousness.  I’m pretty sure, as the surgeon came into the waiting room and said, “I’m sorry folks….”, that I passed out, perhaps for only a few seconds as I slid, sweating and shaking, out of my chair and onto the floor –I was 3 days post-partum, wounded and bleeding, and I remember thinking, “Why does this shit always happen to me?”

I lost all faith in God. Fear not, Readers Dear, the Big Guy and I are tight these days.  But in that moment: I was done.  I hated Him and I was convinced He hated me.  The spiritual rug had been pulled out from beneath my feet, and it took many tears and alot of time before I was able to put my world view right again.

I lost a future.  To best explain what I mean,  I can only say that I spent much of my mental energy reconciling what existed with what I thought my existence would be.  These moments of reconciliation would come upon me in many places.  In the grocery store, I would look down at the empty seat in the shopping cart and think, “there should be a baby there.”  At Christmas I delighted in my little 1 1/2 year old niece, who was such a comfort to me, then sneak out of the room to dab at my eyes, because my baby should have been there in a pretty Christmas dress to match her cousin’s.  At support group I broke down, sobbing, saying, “I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t be here.”  The other ladies there, also grieving, rushed to reassure me that I did indeed belong there.  My friend Donna, who gained her own understanding of the situation the hard way, gently explained my tears to the others saying, “She means she shouldn’t be HERE because she should be home taking care of her baby.”  Rocking and clutching my sides, I could only nod and sniffle.  “None of us should be here.”, said another girl, and she, of course, was right.

I didn’t know it then, but in that moment was the beginning of the end of a friendship.  I had a friend at the time, who, having chosen to be child-free, simply was not able to relate to my grief.  She made me, if you can believe it’s possible, even more miserable than I already was. Let me tell you, there are few things more pitiful in this world than a young mother with aching, empty arms.  She couldn’t understand why I couldn’t shoulder her unending problems and listen to her go on and on.  AND, BE FUNNY!  She actually asked me, “Where did my friend Stacey go?”  If we had been in the same room I probably would have, well, I don’t know what I would have done.  As it was, I spat out across the phone lines, “HER.   BABY.   DIED!”  The words tasted like bile and I couldn’t believe I had to actually vomit them out for her.  Eventually, I learned, as I hope anyone who survives a life trauma learns, that I had to show her my back as I turned to face those who did “get me.”

I am happy to report, when I look back on that time, I believe I gained, if not more, than, at least as much as, I lost.  The PA Posse as an example, (read “Wine for My Horses, Chocolate for My Girls” to learn more about the Posse)  and other new relationships. New character traits: strength, patience, peace, etc..  And, a close, personal relationship with my new boyfriends:  Ben and Jerry.   I’ve never been fond of the whole “when God closes a window He opens a door, yadda, yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah”.  The universal, mathematical  truth of it is that once a vacuum is formed, it will soon be filled.

We all lose our innocence. If we are lucky, we gain wisdom in it’s stead.

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Click photo to connect with Stacey Shannon.

Stacey’s first daughter, Faith, would be 14 years old this month.  In the space created between then and now, she and her husband have been blessed (through much blood, sweat and tears) with another daughter, age 10, and a son, age 8, who was the sweetest of surprises.
Stacey Shannon is a life-long reader/amateur writer whose most exciting accomplishment, before today, was to have been chosen as a finalist in Real Simple Magazine’s First Ever Simply Stated Blog Contest in 2011. To see her entry: https://simplystated.realsimple.com/2011/08/31/finalist-stacey-shannon/
She is president of her children’s PTO and is her church’s librarian. She has been married to her first husband for twenty-one years, and is the mother of two school-age children, both budding writers.  You can find her blog at:  https://insomniachamster.blogspot.com/
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  • Reply Darling and Sir January 24, 2014 at 10:42 am

    I am so sorry for your loss.

    ~ Darling

  • Reply barbarapotter January 24, 2014 at 10:51 am

    I can feel you Stacey. The loss is unimaginable. I remember when my first born Jen was being delivered if anything had happened to her I would have near died the love and connection was instantaneous, the same with my second too. Jen’s head got stuck coming out as I inexplicably closed around her head as she was crowning and locked and she turned blue and they could not get her out. For more than a few minutes maybe 15 or more I can’t remember I felt that horrible fear. It took a whole crew of them maybe six pushing and pushing and pulling and somehow she came out and I heard my doctor say “thank god she is turning pink” and he was shaking. I will never forget that fear and how close we came to losing her. I send you my love. Jen’s mom.

  • Reply Abby Leviss January 24, 2014 at 2:12 pm

    I lost my son Maxie when he was only 9 and a half months old. They’ve never said what happened. He stopped breathing at daycare. It was called SIDS. My heart is aching all day every day. It never stops. It’s been two and a half years. He was my only child and his life and happiness meant everything in the world to me. He was my everything. I can relate to every single word you’ve written and I am so sorry that you know what this loss feels like too.

    • Reply Stacey Pardoe Shannon August 4, 2014 at 3:16 am

      Oh Abby, I am so sorry, how awful for you. I can feel your rawness, even though some time has passed. It does get easier, dear one. And that’s ok. It never fully disappears, And that’s ok, too. Be gentle with yourself and spend your time with others who will be gentle with you. Peace.

  • Reply katherine January 24, 2014 at 2:14 pm

    Thank you for sharing.. Now I gotta go read your other stuff..

  • Reply Tanya January 25, 2014 at 5:26 am

    I am blessed to call Stacey one of my dearest friends. Her strength in writing this, and then choosing to share it, will touch and help an incredible amount of people know that they are not alone in their suffering and grief. She is an incredible Mom, a dear friend, and a fabulous writer. Read her blog, it will make you laugh, cry and relate, she gets down on paper what we are all thinking!

  • Reply Sue Putnam January 25, 2014 at 7:44 am

    It’s been almost 38 years since losing my 3 year old Heidi. She would have been 41 on Jan 1, 2014. I still grieve and always will, because if I didn’t, it would mean my love for her had died & not just her.
    My mother said to me less than a year afterwards, “get over it!”….
    How did she know what it was like?
    All I can say is, you are so lucky to be able to still have your family and 2 kids close to you (even tho, as you said, it’s hard to open your heart to them)….
    I not only lost a daughter, but lost my family unit, my husband to another woman who took care of my 2 other daughters, my home, my farm, the lifestyle I loved and had worked for with blood, sweat and whole heart to create; and was only able to see my 2 young daughters but once a year for 10 years for lack of child support, alimony and enough reimbursement from the farm/home I had helped create.
    I hated god for years and said he let me down.
    I’d dream about Heidi – it was like she’d visit me in my dreams, she would get older every year and her sweet voice would mature and say, ” I love you mama, You’re the best mama in the whole world.” She was taking care of me and comforting me until I felt safe again.
    My story is here about what happened:
    I totally feel for what you have been through….
    It’s taken me years to process it and it’s still going through different stages and I have finally accepted that it always will.
    No one understands except those who have also lost a child.
    It’s a color that no one knows except us, you and me ……
    Be gentle with yourself and take good care,

    • Reply Stacey Pardoe Shannon August 4, 2014 at 3:36 am

      Sue, no matter how many years pass, I continue to be surprised by how many similar stories there are in this world. How is it that something so seemingly improbable happens over and over? Has this been your experience as well? I did read your earlier submission, and my heart ached for you while you were in that place. But now, I proudly stand shoulder to shoulder with you in the Sisterhood of the Walking Wounded. Love and peace, S

  • Reply SAD SANDY January 25, 2014 at 7:24 pm


  • Reply Stacey Pardoe Shannon August 4, 2014 at 3:39 am

    Thank you Jen Pastiloff! I am honored and humbled.

  • Reply Jill Goldberg March 12, 2017 at 6:40 am

    Beautiful. I’m so sorry for your loss.

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