Today, I got a call at 6:45 to come into the hospital where my mom had been staying over night expecting her 5th child, but without hurrying too much. I hadn't been expecting to have to come until later, as she was scheduled to be induced late in the day, and so my extended family that had converged on my home took our time waking up and getting over.
The pregnancy had been a troubled one - my mom was closer to 50 than 40, was always low on amniotic fluid, and the baby was always pretty still compared to the rest of us. We found out midway through that there were some likely heart defects, and other possible genetic defects that my parents didn't want to share with the rest of us in much detail. 'Alice' was baptized in the womb midway through the pregnancy, as my mom decided to keep going with the pregnancy, though the outcome was doubtful.
We were optimistic, but also realistic to this point, but until I got the call saying to take my time getting to the hospital the reality of the situation hadn't really hit me. My parents had been researching information about infant burials in our area, but I didn't take it to heart until I got to the delivery room and saw my stillborn brother.
He weighed about 3.5 lbs and was about 18 inches. He had a cleft lip, but was still the most beautifully heartbreaking thing I've ever seen. I got to hold him for a while and say hello and goodbye to my brother. Even though we would have been 20 years apart, we would have been able to share experiences and talk about sports, gals, cars and all that. And I'll never get that chance.
I'm really not sure what I think. I'm alternating between being just fine and not being fine at all. I am grateful that my mom is fine though. Other than that though, it hasn't been a good day at all![]()


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