Remembering the Days Right Before

Ginny’s 6th birthday is in a couple days. I’m missing her so much. As all moms do around their kids’ birthdays, I’m thinking back to days leading up to her birth. Although, for me those memories feel tender. I’ve racked my brain over them again and again and again through the years looking for warning signs that should’ve alerted me of her upcoming death. But today I want to look back with the a new filter. I’m not going to focus on the “should’ves”; I’m going to try to remember the ways we were preparing for Ginny and loving each other. 

10 Days – Feb 16 – Ten days before Addie’s birth, we completed her veggie-garden-themed nursery. My mom visited and helped me put the finishing touches. Behind her white crib was a row of sunflowers and a birdhouse sign with her name. A mobile hung above the crib with spinning felted vegetables. Below the crib was a bright green rug that looked like grass. There was handmade veggie artwork and a carrot garland hanging on the wall. Above her yellow changing pad were three little hooks with the letters V, H, and J for Virginia Hope Jones. I hung little ornaments in the shapes of corn, lettuce, and carrots. Above her bookshelf was a sign that read “Good Things Grow Here”. Flowers, decorative gardening tools, “You Grow Girl” pots, and framed pictures of cousins were all around. Friends contributed sweet homemade art, quilts, and blankets. Her closet was fully stocked with the cutest baby girl clothes, organized by size. I couldn’t wait to bring her home to her room. 

9 Days – Feb 17 – The next day, Daniel and I grabbed a pillow and yoga mat and headed to our first childbirth class. We spent the whole day learning about pain management techniques and what to expect from the different phases of labor. 

8 Days – Feb 18 – We put together Ginny’s stroller. I got the carseat ready and practiced buckling it with a stuffed bunny. We just needed to install it in the car. 

7 Days – Feb 19 – I started packing my hospital bag. I made three lists: one for me, one for Daniel, and one for Ginny. 

6 Days – Feb 20 – I went to Buy Buy Baby by myself to look for a diaper bag. I didn’t find one I wanted, so I later ordered one online. It would arrive after Ginny’s death. I wrote about the saga to return it in the post From Ginny To Chet. Spoiler: The return was unsuccessful, and both Chet and Addie ended up using that diaper bag. Later that night Daniel and I assembled the gliding rocker that his parents bought for Addie’s nursery. 

5 Days – Feb 21 – I had my 34 week prenatal appointment. My belly was measuring small so the midwife wheeled in an in-office ultrasound machine. She could tell that Ginny was head down and there was plenty of fluid, but she scheduled an official growth scan for Monday, Feb 25 to get a closer look. That night we had our church small group over. We asked them to pray that Ginny would grow well and that we’d have peace waiting for the ultrasound appointment. Our sweet friends gave us baby gifts. One couple who recently had a baby generously gave us all the things they found most useful. Another couple gave us an adorable onesie that says “little sprout” with an illustration of a green little sprout coming up. They also gave us a beautiful handmade crocheted blanket in shades of green. Both the onesie and the blanket are in Ginny’s keepsake box. 

4 Days – Feb 22 – I ate a deliberately large breakfast in hopes it’ll somehow help Addie grow. I remember watching the movie Roman Holiday while counting and rolling all the change we had accumulated from the past few years. Daniel and I had plans to go on a “change date” like we used to in college when we didn’t have much money. 

3 Days – Feb 23 – Daniel and I went on our “change date”. We went to the bank to cash in the coins and then got lunch, went to the art museum, and had a nice dinner. I remember it was a rainy but really fun day together. 

2 Days – Feb 24 – We went to part 2 of the childbirth class. I remember there was a new instructor because the original one couldn’t be there for some reason. This new instructor introduced herself. She was a regular doula and also a bereavement doula for couples who lose their babies. I had never heard of anything like that before, and I remember thinking that was so sad. We learned a lot about induction and epidurals and things I would need to know sooner than expected. 

1 Day – Feb 25 – The growth ultrasound was scheduled for 1pm. I had nothing planned for the morning, so I slept in and got ready slowly. I remember straightening my hair which I rarely ever did. I remember the sweater I wore. I remember talking to my mom on the way to the hospital. I took a picture of where I parked in the parking garage so I wouldn’t forget. I met Daniel in the lobby. We waited in the waiting room, and then our lives changed forever. You can read about all what happened next in Our Story and Labor and Delivery Story

As you can see from how we spent those last days before Ginny’s birth, we were very busy preparing for her. I was doing all I could to make sure she had everything she needed once she arrived; meanwhile, I had no idea that she didn’t have everything she needed to get to that point. She died sometime between Feb 21 and Feb 25, but I’m pretty sure I felt her move the morning of Feb 25. I think we were just barely too late to save her. There are a million things we could’ve done differently on those days. But if the outcome was going to be the same, I’m glad we spent that time parenting her by preparing and spending sweet time together. 

Parenting After Loss – Having a Girl

When I was pregnant with Ginny, I would imagine what it would be like to raise a little girl. I dreamed of the baby stages, toddlerhood, a little girl growing to a teenager, and even spending time with her as an adult. When Ginny died, my imagination didn’t stop, only now I was thinking of everything I would be missing. I have grieved and am still grieving the loss of every stage. When I walk past baby girl clothes sections, I grieve. When I see a mom and her daughter walking around the neighborhood, I grieve. When I see a mother-of-the-bride look with pride at her daughter, I grieve. I don’t just grieve my baby, I grieve a lifetime of moments together. 

Now that Addie is here, I get to actually experience raising a little girl. I get to experience all those stages I imagined – but with a different daughter. I get to experience everything I thought I never would – but not with Ginny. I’m thrilled and grateful to get this chance. And it has taken me 9 months to realize that I haven’t even thought about it. During Addie’s pregnancy and her first 9 months, I have not sat and dreamed of what it will be like to raise her. It’s just now occurring to me that I haven’t allowed myself to really imagine her growing up. I guess I was trying to protect myself. Just as she is reaching milestones does it start to sink in that we get to raise this beautiful, adorable, sweet girl and that she is truly here with us. I can hold her and see her and kiss her and make her smile. I keep underestimating how fun it is to dress her and watch her learn new things. In the best way, I feel surprised realizing she’s growing and developing. I shouldn’t be surprised. I knew what was coming. We’ve experienced these same stages with Chet. But somehow having a girl still hasn’t truly sunk in. The longer Addie is with us, the more my heart slowly believes that my dream of being a girl mom is actually currently coming true. I can let myself believe it. I do cherish it. I cherish Addie so much. 

As I process this reality, it becomes even more clear how one child cannot replace another. Even though I am experiencing with Addie what I fantasized about with Ginny, I still definitely grieve for her everyday. These moments aren’t fulfilling what was lost because what was lost was an entirely different person. I may not know what Ginny would’ve looked like, but I know what her presence felt like. Addie is just as loved, just as precious, and just as wanted as Ginny, but she is not Ginny. She is her own amazing person. I look forward to every moment with her, but I will still always miss and yearn for her older sister. Addie does complete our family, but she doesn’t fix what is broken in our hearts. I never have and never would expect that from her or Chet. Daniel and I love all our children with all our large, soft, broken open hearts. 

Self-Doubt / My Preeclampsia Story

One simple question- one kind and thoughtful question- was enough to gather a mountain of self doubt in me. “How are you feeling?” Pregnant women get asked this everyday. And the further along you are, the more the question comes up. In the last days of my pregnancy with Addie, I was asked in every encounter. How am I feeling?  I would even ask myself. It shouldn’t be a hard question. But when I pondered this question, I could feel my blood pressure rise.

Because of my personality (Enneagram 9 if you are into that), this question is naturally hard for me. My answer is usually dependent on the moods of those around me. When it comes to deciphering your own emotions, that’s challenging for a lot of people. But most people could easily tell you how they are physically feeling. Not me. Not in the last days of pregnancy and early days of postpartum. And that’s a bad time not to know how you feel. 

I think my trouble stems from how much I didn’t feel during the end of Ginny’s pregnancy. Shouldn’t I have felt that something was wrong? Shouldn’t I have known Ginny was struggling? Shouldn’t my body or my motherly instincts have given me a signal? Did I ignore something? Did I fail to notice red flags? Or do I lack motherly instincts? Can I be trusted with this?

On top of that, during the last month of pregnancy with both Chet and Addie I suffered from prodromal labor. That means I had strong contractions frequent enough to warrant going to the hospital without much, if any, significant progress. I would have hours of painful contractions every 3-5 minutes, and then they would go away to come back in a day or two. So many times I felt I was going in labor to only feel crazy at the next appointment when my cervix hadn’t dilated more. I remember crying to a labor and delivery nurse after being sent home the 2nd time when I was pregnant with Chet. She said, “You aren’t going to miss an 8+lb baby coming out.” But she didn’t understand; I needed my baby to be monitored! How would I know that he is handling the contractions well? My last baby died without me knowing! How would I know if this baby was dying too? I learned to lean on God and to basically ignore how my body was feeling. I would monitor the baby’s movements, but try to ignore my pain. In those moments, how was I supposed to answer “How are you feeling?” When I answered honestly, family and friends would get excited, believing that the baby was coming soon. I had to explain that my contractions don’t mean much, and I would feel so frustrated. I wished everyone would just stop asking me, but I knew they were just being thoughtful. 

I was so relieved when Addie was born. But little did I know that answering about how I was feeling wouldn’t get easier. In fact, it would become a lot harder. 

Besides the normal but excruciating post-birth contractions, the first few days after delivering Addie I felt fine. We came home from the hospital, and breastfeeding was going relatively smoothly and Addie was gaining weight back. My milk came in with the bitter-sweet reminder of postpartum with Ginny. All was well. But slowly I noticed my chest feeling funny. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what felt off. I felt sort of anxious, and I felt very aware of my heart and my breaths. I took my vitals. My blood pressure was slightly elevated and my pulse was lower than it had ever been. I didn’t feel right. But then again, I just had a baby. Was I supposed to feel “right”? I called the doctor. They were most concerned about postpartum preeclampsia. The only symptom I had was high blood pressure, and that was only borderline. I continued to monitor my vitals. I became worried and so anxious that I couldn’t sleep, even when Addie slept. Being anxious wasn’t helping my blood pressure. I tried to calm myself before taking my blood pressure, but the numbers were slowly rising. What helped the most was holding Addie to my chest. But it was the last day my in-laws and my sister would visit, so I had to share the cuddles. The next day family hesitantly left. As the day went on, I felt worse. My blood pressure got up to 170/94, and my doctor sent me to the hospital. Since family had already left, we had to rely on our amazing friends to care for Chet. Daniel and my hearts broke to leave him during an already uncertain time for him. Thankfully Daniel and I could bring Addie to the hospital with us.

When we arrived at the hospital, I was again faced with the question “How are you feeling?” from every nurse and doctor I encountered. I hated using phrases like “my chest feels weird” or “I just feel really off”. Nothing felt concrete enough. And I was only 4 days postpartum, so I knew it was normal to not feel myself yet. I kept doubting myself. Am I giving myself high blood pressure by needlessly worrying so much? Do I feel weird because I haven’t slept? Is this just anxiety? But my blood pressure was high, and I have two kids who need me. It’s better to be safe than sorry. They checked my levels for other indicators of preeclampsia. The doctor came in and made it seem like he wasn’t concerned with the results. He asked one last question, “Do you have a headache?” I froze. Do I have a headache? This is a yes or no question. It shouldn’t be hard, but my head felt really fuzzy. I couldn’t tell if I was manifesting a headache by thinking about it so much or if I truly had a headache. I explained my disclaimers to the doctor, “I have a newborn so I haven’t really slept in 4 days. It’s really hard to tell. I do have a slight headache when I shake my head, but honestly I wouldn’t even take a Tylenol for it.” His response felt like something that would happen in a nightmare. “Well since you answered my question wrong, I’m going to have to admit you.” I said, “Uh ok. Are you going to just monitor me or treat me.” He said, “I’m treating you with magnesium.” I asked, “Are there side effects?” He said, “You’re not going to like it.” Then he left, and the nurse proceeded to recite a long laundry list of horrible side effects from feeling really hot, to stomach flu-like symptoms, to inability to move, to trouble breathing, to not being able to nurse your baby. She left me to change into a hospital gown, and I started to panic. What have I done?! Why couldn’t I just chill the hell out and enjoy being home with my two beautiful babies? Why oh why did I answer that question “wrong”?! 

The first night of magnesium treatment wasn’t too bad. And thankfully my sister was able to come back to Auburn the next morning to take care of Addie in the hospital with me while Daniel was able to give Chet a little bit of normalcy. My blood pressure had come down. But then as the morning proceeded, side effects started ramping up. I had trouble holding my head up. I had to focus a lot to breath. I couldn’t sleep for fear I would stop breathing. I could barely lift my arms. Eventually my eyes could no longer move in coordination with each other, and I could hardly see.  I was so grateful the wonderful OB who delivered Addie was the next doctor on call. The nurses explained how I was having an awful reaction to the magnesium, and thankfully she decided to pause my treatment.  It didn’t take long for the magnesium to leave my system and for me to feel much better. Since my case was borderline, I was able to go home once my bloodwork came back good.

The nurses had such a hard time drawing my blood. After being poked by the nearby nurses, the charge nurse, the “vein whisperer”, the one who trains everyone else to draw blood, and finally “the big guns”, I was stabbed 20 times. But honestly God gave me so much grace for that. It was amazing to get to meet all those incredible nurses. One of the last attempts, there were multiple nurses in the room. The one trying was praying out loud, “In the name of Jesus!” I said, “Yes!” in agreement. She got it! The results came in, and my calcium levels were critically low. I was given a couple bags of calcium, and then was finally able to go back home after two nights. 

When I got home, I hid my blood pressure cuff. I didn’t even want to look at it. I would be seen for a follow-up in a few days. I was going to just focus on resting, recovering, and snuggling my babies. Thankfully my blood pressure went back to normal after a few weeks. And when I saw my primary care doctor a couple months later, she told me that my labs did look like I had preeclampsia. I felt validated. I finally felt like what I was feeling was not in my head and that I went through wasn’t for nothing. In the first few weeks when I thought back on that experience, I felt so much self doubt and shame. But when I take a step back and think about how I recognized when I felt something wasn’t right, spoke up about it, and got treatment to protect myself from something much worse, I am proud of how I handled it. It was awful, but it was better to be safe than sorry. And I am so grateful that both Addie and I are safe and healthy.

I still struggle to know how I feel and whether what I feel is fear, instinct, or the Holy Spirit. I pray that God gives me wisdom and discernment in my feelings, especially in parenting after loss. 

Addie’s Birth Story

Welcome Addie Mae Jones! She was born on September 21, 2023. We are so in love! She is the sweetest little girl. She looks so much like her big brother but has her own precious spirit. She is a good gift from God. Our family feels complete now, and we are overcome with gratitude and love for her. 

Addie’s was the easiest pregnancy of my three kids, but it was still very very hard. The first trimester I was bogged down by fatigue, nausea, and grief. The second trimester I felt good physically but had so much fear to overcome. During the third trimester, I had COVID, tons of appointments, unplanned ultrasounds, a hospital stay, prodromal labor, impatience, vulnerability, self-doubt, fear, excitement, and hope. I had consistent and painful contractions that convinced me that I was in labor for days prior to my scheduled induction date. The same thing happened at the end of my pregnancy with Chet. But despite packing and unpacking my toothbrush several times, I made it to the induction date. 

Daniel and I drove up to the hospital just as the sun was rising. It was beautiful, and we were so happy to have made it to that day! I felt so ready and excited. We checked in and were led to a very nice and spacious room. The nurses who greeted us were welcoming and warm. I felt grateful that the doctor who had been monitoring Addie the past several weeks was on call that day. She arrived and since I was already dilated 3cm, I was able to start pitocin right away. We brought a speaker and put on Jack Johnson to create a chill atmosphere. Daniel is the best partner. He was there the whole time talking with me, getting anything I needed, and supporting me. I never felt alone. 

The contractions increased throughout the morning, so by lunchtime I was contemplating an epidural. In the moment, I felt hesitant about getting the epidural, but since it was what I had planned, I proceeded. The anesthesiologist was swift and assertive. The epidural was uncomfortable, but the relief was quick. Soon after he left, my blood pressure dropped. I started feeling so strange. I suddenly became super sleepy and out of it. The nurse quickly administered epinephrine, and my blood pressure came up only briefly before plummeting again. She gave me more epinephrine, and my blood pressure finally stabilized. That was such a bizarre experience. My body had never felt like that before. My epidural felt really strong – I could not feel my legs at all and couldn’t move at all. My legs were so so heavy, and I got creeped out to look at them or feel them with my hands. I had epidurals with both Ginny and Chet, but neither of those were as “effective” as this one. At one point I asked my nurse if we could turn it down or off. She discouraged that because then I’d be able to feel the pain. I know feeling labor pain would’ve been worse, but I sure didn’t like the epidural this time around.

I felt a bit discouraged that I had only dilated 1cm (4cm total) the entire morning. My doctor came and broke my water at 1:20pm. I was hopeful that things would move pretty quickly from there on out. Since I couldn’t walk around or move my lower half at all, the nurses helped place and rotate a peanut ball between my legs to encourage Addie to move down. Thankfully Addie’s heart rate was great the entire time. My cervix dilated a little more than 1cm an hour for the next several hours. At 5pm my nurse asked if I felt any pressure. I told her I had but couldn’t tell if it was real or in my head. She checked me and I was fully dilated! I was surprised and so excited! She had me do a couple of practice pushes to make sure we were ready. She could tell right away that we were ready and Addie was on her way! She called the doctor. 

Soon the room was full of women buzzing around getting things ready. It felt comforting to have my doctor’s familiar face right there monitoring me and Addie and encouraging me. Daniel was by my side as always cheering me on. I was just so relieved to be in this moment. I didn’t feel any pain and felt so thrilled to get to push Addie into the world! I pushed during about 4 contractions over 15 minutes, and she arrived! It was 5:24pm, 11 hours after arriving at the hospital. They placed her on me, and I held my breath until I heard her cry. Her cry was music to my ears! Feeling her body warm and wiggling filled my heart immediately. I looked over at Daniel and we both were smiling and sobbing. The room was full of so much love and so much joy and so much excitement! It was such a contrast to the solemn atmosphere of my first birth. I got to hold her on my chest for the first hour. It was such a special time nursing and admiring her. She weighed 8lb 14 oz and was 21 in long. She was and is perfect! Thank you, God! She has been the most awesome baby and such a joy to take care of. She’s the best addition to our family, and Chet loves her so much! I can’t believe we are now a family of five! Thank you to all those who prayed for us and loved on us during the pregnancy, her birth, and afterward! 

Even though Addie won’t have her big sister here to teach her and play with her, I want her to always know Ginny as part of our family, as someone who loves us and who we will see in heaven one day. For Addie’s baby shower, I wanted something there to honor and remember Ginny, so I wrote a poem as if it were a note from Ginny to Addie. We framed the poem and displayed it at the shower…

Big Sister to Little Sister
We won’t grow up together but please see
Knowing you’re there makes me happy as can be
Big brother is with you and will take good care
Mama and Dada have so much love to share 
I’m cheering you on and watching you grow
I love you little sister more than you know
Heaven and earth won’t separate us forever
One day you’ll see we will all be together