tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13528603498322923492024-03-14T02:39:46.313-04:00Fittsie's AngelsThe Love God Created Between Mother and Child Never DiesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.comBlogger105125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-1744270436730849022015-03-12T13:40:00.001-04:002015-03-12T13:40:12.054-04:00De'ja' vuHere we go again. History repeats itself once more. I have to deal with it, put it aside and go on.<br />
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Many years ago, a family history was researched for my husband's side of the family. After the search, many pages were printed and a booklet was given to each member of the family. How neat!<br />
What a family treasure to have! <em><strong>NOT SO QUICK! </strong></em>Looking through the pages, we came to the part that gave my husband's name, my name, our children's names. Only two of our children were not listed. James Collins Fitts, Jr. and Reita Gale Fitts were not there. Just because they were buried out in Cedarwood Cemetary didn't make them less our children. My heart was broken to see that they didn't count in our family history on my husband's side. I asked out loud that James Collins and Reita Gale were left out. <strong><em>SILENCE. </em></strong>That is the way they had always been treated, with silence. Resentment began to grow. Once we got home, I threw away the history on paper because it was incorrect. <br />
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Now, thirty some years later, it has happened again this very week. This time the history was done on my side of the family. The family history was sent to me. I saw where other infants were listed as, "died at birth." Scanning down to my immediate family, I was listed as well as James and two of our children. Once more, James Collins, Jr. and Reita Gale were left out. I was asked to send in everyone to be listed along with the correct spelling. Once more they were left out and silenced.<br />
I assume the reason was ignorance.<br />
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Many people feel awkward mentioning those who have passed on, especially when it was a baby.<br />
I am not trying to push my children on anyone, but we are talking about <em>historical documents</em> here.<br />
<em>These are facts, not feelings.</em> James Collins, Jr is listed and certified in the county and state where he was born. I have a Certificate of Birth Resulting in Stillbirth as well as a Certificate of Death. Cedarwood Cemetery has both children listed as being buried in their own plots under the family name of <strong><em>FITTS</em></strong>.<br />
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Am I being petty? I think not. Future generations might like to know about these stillbirths when planning their own families. My genes produce extra long umbilical cords. I sure would have liked to have known that in advance! I would have been monitored closer and a C-section scheduled!<br />
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I have grown through the years. I'm not going to be resentful this time. I'm just to move on with another one down the drain. I <em>will</em> blog about it though!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-40390399557350457392014-11-03T14:25:00.000-05:002014-11-03T14:25:57.051-05:00May BabiesLast week I was in a restaurant eating lunch. A family came and sat at the table beside me. I did noticed the cutest little baby girl in her infant seat with them while I was eating . This situation has happened SO many times through the years and I was very pleased to see this cooing infant. After I had finished eating, I was enjoying a hot cuppa tea. My attention went back to the cute baby. Her piercing blue eyes were fixed on me. I responded by saying "hello" in a baby voice to her. She laughed and cooed and we were instant friends. While our play session was going on, I was stunned by a pang in my heart. I just knew she was a May baby. I carefully asked her mother when she was born and the answer was May. I froze. I was having the chance to play with a May baby. I had two stillborn babies each one occurring in the month of May (1975 & 1982). What an unexpected pleasure this opportunity was for me to see how it would have been for me. Some mothers wouldn't have seen it as I did. They would have been upset. I guess years back I would have been sad too. Forty plus years out I saw it as a blessing. <br />
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Later that afternoon, I was grocery shopping when it dawned on me that my very own granddaughter was born in May. We have always been very close. I thought it was just because she was my first grandchild and that we always enjoy each other so much. I love all of my grandchildren with a very deep love, but deep inside of me could our special connection be because I view her as my May baby? Wouldn't I have loved her just the same? I like to think so. However, her May birthday allows me to see the milestones in her that my own children would have had at her age. I see that as just one more blessing God has given me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-32052956709677064322014-10-15T07:38:00.002-04:002014-10-15T07:38:32.115-04:00My Sweet Babies,<br />
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I haven't forgotten that today is your day to be remembered along with all the other babies being remembered by their mommies and daddies. Who would have thought 40 years ago that October 15th would be set aside for mommies to light candles all over the world to make a wave of light in honor of all babies gone too soon? It must be a beautiful sight from heaven!<br />
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Remembering all of our babies in the 2014 Wave of Light.......<br />
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MamaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-89011912278325203522014-06-24T10:01:00.001-04:002014-06-24T10:01:54.735-04:00When It Hurts So BadI remember my first raw year after James Collins, Jr.'s stillbirth. The pain of just hurting all of the time with no relief was unbearable! The hurt was like no other. <br />
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One particular night when once again sleep was evading me due to the pain of loss, I grabbed my Bible and clutched it to my heart. I fell asleep with it still clutched tight just as a child would its teddy bear or blankie. My Bible became my "blankie." I clung to it day and night. Although most of the time I wasn't reading it, I drew strength from what I knew was in it. Psalms and verses I had read in previous times would come to my mind and I would cling to them. I knew Jesus loved me. I knew He was carrying me since I had no strength to carry myself. I knew that through Christ my son was safe in heaven even though I was here on earth hurting with pain beyond belief. I also knew that God did not <em>cause</em> my son to die. He was my son's refuge in death and my refuge in grief. I also knew that as bad as I wanted my baby with me right <em>then</em> it wasn't going to happen, but I could live for the day when God would come get me and reunite me with my son. Seven years later, I would learn to cling and hope for the same when I held my stillborn daughter, Reita Gale in my arms.<br />
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I was 24 years old when my firstborn son died and 32 when my daughter died. I will be 64 years old come this July 9th. I have missed my babies for a long long time. The grief still drifts in and out, just like the tide. I can tell you one thing for sure. Only my faith has gotten me through these years. It has given me hope and the knowledge that I will see and know my children again one day. I thank God for that. I thank Jesus Christ for dying on the cross for not only me and my children, but for all who believe in Him so that we can have victory over death. <br />
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I have had two other Bibles since the one I clung to many years ago. I still have that now yellowed and tattered paged one as a reminder of when my grief was so fresh. That Bible, God's Holy Word, saved my life at a time when nothing else could.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-78544431667218773192014-06-08T16:36:00.001-04:002014-06-08T16:36:22.977-04:00Fittsie's Angels: What Is It?<a href="http://fittsiesangels.blogspot.com/2014/06/what-is-it.html?spref=bl">Fittsie's Angels: What Is It?</a>: What is it about babyloss that whams you so hard it still has one down on the floor ( at least for me) 39 years later??? From what I hear I...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-55465542707664195242014-06-08T16:28:00.000-04:002014-06-08T16:32:37.090-04:00What Is It?What is it about babyloss that whams you so hard it <em>still </em>has one down on the floor ( at least for me) 39 years later??? From what I hear I am not the only one it affects like this. Then again, I know some BLMS that keep it inside. I can't.<br />
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I am just coming out of my "loss season." James, Jr. was born still May 2, 1975 and buried May 3.<br />
Then Reita Gale was born still May 31, 1982 and buried June 3. You know how the weeks are leading up and then the weeks aftermath. I'm in the aftermath of this 39th season and it just as well be the first season. I'm so down and no energy. I still need to be "looked after" this far out. I don't understand it. Of course I don't want to forget my babies! But I don't want to feel so bad either. Is this time of year "doomed" for me forever? My answer so far is I imagine so. I mean, look at me! I'm going to be 64 years old in July!!!! I have a fantastic family to enjoy and I do enjoy them. It is just three are missing. ( I lost Abbie in January 1982 to miscarriage)<br />
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Sometimes I still wonder the , "why me?" Why didn't this happen to one of my 4 sisters? <em>Why was I the only one out of the 5 of us girls? I don't even have a friend that this happened to! If it had to be the 1 in 4 this happens to, where are the other 3? Could I have known just one of them to have a companion around me who understands? </em><br />
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I am in a place now where I don't want to talk about it ever again to anyone who isn't a BLM. I got off my BLM FB page to get away from it beside the fact that my computer got hacked. Seemed like a sign to get away from it for awhile. I still think of each of you. You can find me on Twitter @Fittsie! I do see some of you there. I still need some part of the BLM world security blanket. <br />
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Well, guess if you didn't realize it after reading this, you were just part of my pity party! Thanks for letting me sound off.<br />
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I will leave with an up-dated photo taken a month ago. Yes, I do have a lot to be thankful for.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-14715028663315346422014-01-19T05:24:00.000-05:002014-01-31T11:51:11.225-05:00I'll Walk With YouI have never forgotten where I came from. It never leaves you. At least that has been the case for me. Once you have put on those heavy shoes to walk with the death of a child, you never forget that weight of loss.<br />
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I know the depths of deep grief and hopelessness. I've cried so hard and long until there seemed to be no more tears left, but more came. I've been jealous of those who had babies so effortless while I was treated for infertility. I've played the wait game. I've played the disappointment game. Then I became one of the lucky ones who had a healthy normal baby. It was worth every trial I had to go through to get him. I can say without a doubt it was the happiest day of my life. I want that for you. I want you to feel the ultimate joy of holding your living baby all pink and wailing away. It burdens me that you don't have that yet. It burdens me that some of you might not get it.<br />
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I endured two more losses after my first stillbirth. I can honestly say that my next losses didn't drag me down to the bottom as the first did. I know that may offend some of you, but I have to be honest here. When I miscarried it hurt, so don't get me wrong. However, I had two sons running around the house to divert me. I wasn't so alone as I was when my first son was stillborn. When my daughter was stillborn, it was bad. After three sons, I gave birth to a daughter! But the twist in her cord took her from me. I didn't have another daughter running around the house, so this one took me back to the depths of grief much more. However, I did have my two joyful sons to divert me once more. I had <em>live</em> children to hold on to. There is a difference to leave the hospital with empty arms when children are waiting for you at home.<br />
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I am <em>not</em> saying that the children I loss after I had my two rainbows were loved and wanted any less than the loss of my firstborn son. I mourn them and miss them just as much as I do their brother. It was just <em>easier </em>on me to come home to a house with my sons running to greet me. Can you understand? Did I feel guilty that I didn't fall to the emptiness of despair as I did the first time? Yes I did! I didn't understand it at first. I thought something was wrong with me. By the third time, was I getting use to loss? <em>No!</em> Maybe I just expected it in the back of my mind. I just know that I wasn't as blindsided as I was the first time. My first day home without James Collins, Jr, I climbed into his empty crib when I was finally alone and no one was watching. I turned on the mobile and held on to a teddy bear and sobbed as I pretended the bear was my baby. Crazy? Not to me! My first night home without Reita, I had to wait until everyone else in the house had gone to bed before I went downstairs and closed myself off in the dining room to be alone. I crawled under the dining room table with my pillow to muffle my cries. I had to get it together by morning so not to scare my small sons waiting for me to fix them their breakfast. Life for me had to go on much quicker this time. I couldn't take my time in grieving when ever I felt it sweep over me. What I did have was the hugs and kisses of my sons to get me through it. Those of you with out your Rainbow don't get those hugs and my heart breaks for you. <br />
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Your heartbreak of not having your Rainbow baby is personal to me. I've been with you over a year now. I've watched you suffer. I see you as you <em>still</em> suffer as some of you have lost your Rainbow or haven't achieved pregnancy. I will continue to walk with you. I will wait with you. One day I will rejoice with you. <br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-90405908995214540482013-10-19T07:50:00.001-04:002013-10-20T07:57:59.720-04:00Flavors of Grief
I have been watching "The Young & Restless" TV soap opera this week. Billy and Chloe's very young daughter, Delia was hit by a car and died. Watching Billy and Chloe deal with their grief in the first 12 hours after their daughter's death has brought back so many raw memories to me. These actors really have done an outstanding job of capturing those first hours of shock, disbelief, and wanting to scream and never stop screaming. They are angry. So angry. Thoughts of "what could I have done differently" to prevent this are going on and on through their heads. Grief is cruel and it is forever. Grief has many flavors. The fresh raw flavor of those days and weeks right after the loss. Your body feels like it weighs tons because each movement you make takes so much energy and you have none left in you because grief took it. Crying leaves you exhausted. Loss leaves you exhausted.
I have been exhausted this past week. Remembering the details of losses exhausted me. My, "This couldn't happen to me!" thoughts have been exhausting. But it did happen to me. It seems like I have been dealing with grief in one flavor or another for just forever. I went out on the beach the only sunny day we had this week. I rode across the high rise bridge over the sound with the full view of the never-ending ocean facing me. The salty winds were warm and felt good to my face. Part of me thought back to the days of taking this exact ride but as a teenager with the car full of girlfriends and the music over the radio was loud and fun. Grief was the last thing on our minds! Two of us have since heard those words you never want to hear. Little did we know then what life had on the horizon for us.
The ocean is like grief. It is massive and so full, especially at high tide. High tide takes over the beach, leaving less room for sand castles. Low tide is more friendly to me. The beach has plenty of room to run and twirl around and play in the sand, building those sand castles that the high tide will wash away. Ebb tide is my favorite. There is a calm then. Everything stays the same for just a short while. There are no highs or lows. Middle ground of peace as I see it. The sun rising over the ocean is so beautiful as are the sunsets. The beauty just fills me with awe. I love the sunrise the most. It brings on a new day of hope, a brightness in your day. This brightness is a flavor of grief you experience after much time has passed.
I used to listen to the song (still do) "Don't Let The Sun Catch You Crying" by Jerry & the Pacemakers when I was a teenager in the 1960's. It was part of the "British Invasion" of the '60's. It has some truth for me. Crying is not a bad thing. We need to do our crying to cleanse ourselves. Later on, you will be able to hear the birds singing and get joy from their songs.
Just never get too comfortable with your new found calm. There are always storms on the horizons with grief. Some quickly ride over and you get back to your sun and calm. Others just hang around and pound you with its lightening, thunder and downpours of rain. Grief did that to me this week. However, I'm going to pick myself up as I usually do and just keep going. I will continue to ride the waves.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-62148102590460589702013-09-30T10:52:00.001-04:002013-09-30T10:52:20.551-04:00Tasting HeavenPure bliss and peace are what I experienced yesterday at sunrise while on the beach at Ocracoke Island. I was the only person on this wide beach full of white sand and ocean waves washing up! I could look as far my eyes could see to experience a oneness with nature, God's beauty. Ocracoke is just about as far as one can go on the Outer Banks of NC, getting there by a 3 hour ferry ride from where I live. I was overwhelmed with it all, but drank in the two hours I was alone there. <br />
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It was still dark as I rode down the sandy beach road. Once I arrived, I turned the headlights off the Jeep. Daybreak was knocking on the horizon. I took off my flip flops and let my feet sink in the cool morning sand. I got my camera out of its bag and started shooting. I felt the spirits of my angels with me. I started writing their names in the sand. I drew hearts. I started thinking of my children gone too soon as not only individuals, but as my "Fittsie's Angels." I wrote Fittsie's Angels in the sand. It felt good because it covered all three of my angels, James Collins, Jr., Abba Gale and Reita Gale. Not many know about Abba Gale, Reita Gale's twin that I miscarried. I felt such a release as I wrote <em>her</em> name finally giving her spirit the recognition deserved. If you haven't read, <em>Heaven Is For Real, </em>then you are missing out! It is a short read, but will change you.<br />
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Way too soon, I realized that I was getting tired! I found a new respect for those who write our angels names in the sand. My back started letting me know it was time to go. Sadly, I left the beach.<br />
I have the memories of yesterday morning to carry with me forever. I'm peaceful. Isn't it ironic how I left the motel and drove in the darkness toward the beach. A few minutes after arriving, daybreak broke out complete peace for me. God works in His own way and perfect timing!<br />
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I am Gale Fitts or Fittsie. These are pictures of my morning with my angels, my Fittsie's Angels!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-39628745611110063132013-09-26T09:32:00.000-04:002013-09-27T06:34:01.629-04:00DivorceTo say that I was blindsided by James Collins, Jr.'s stillbirth at full term is an understatement. At 24 years of age, I understood none of this except that my guts were ripped out and I could no longer function period. This was in 1975. Stillbirth was not talked about. It was an ugly word. I felt like I had a Scarlet S on me. All I ever heard was, don't do this or you shouldn't do that. I never heard the words, "do remember your baby." The quietness of not hearing his name or the mention of the horrific birth I had gone through was just erased as a teacher erases the chalkboard at the end of each day. I was unglued in the most horrible way and found comfort from nowhere on earth. God was always there for me to cry on His shoulder....my saving grace.<br />
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Then I heard a word that just wasn't in my vocabulary.....divorce. Why was it being said to me that statistics say MOST parents of children who die divorce? Why were those words being spoken and not words of encouragement? It would make me so mad when I heard about those stats! In 1975, there were not many divorces like there are today. Couples just worked out their problems. My husband and I were on different pages when it came to grieving. Why? Well, because we weren't suppose to be grieving!!!! After all, we never "knew" our baby. Our minds should be on having a "replacement baby." He was scared to bring his grief up to me and grieved up in the top of the storage room at work, where no one could heard his sobs. I grieved openly and loudly!!! He was told that if I couldn't hurry up and get over this, I would go mad and never be "normal" again! So he encouraged me, as hard as it was for him, to move on. That mad me very angry. Why didn't anyone understand me? Neither one of us had been through grief before. We didn't know how to handle it and it was a big mess. One thing was for sure though. Divorce never entered our minds because of our love for each other. We struggled on. Once I was told 6 months into my grief, that because I wasn't returning to "normal" that I should set my husband free. Divorce him so he could find a normal woman who could give him a live baby. I can't begin to tell you how I felt. Not only did I have to deal with my loss of my firstborn, grieving in a situation where grief wasn't allowed, and now this....give my husband his freedom! He was outraged when I told him what was said to me. Poor guy, look at what HE was going through! What an extra burden to put on a young couple! Honestly, I know the only reason we survived was our deep love. Bless him because of my being denied the full grieving process, I had many set backs in grief that he had to endure. Finally, in the 1990's I sought out grief counseling. It helped some. The REAL help came from finding the Baby Loss Community last October 2012. You kind grieving parents took me into your fold. You allowed me to grieve openly and in turn helped my husband and myself grieve properly for our losses. We have spent the last year grieving together and shouting out our children's names! This burden of grief , held inside for so long, exploding into tears unexpectedly at times throughout the past 38 years, has turned into a healthy grief that we can handle together. Thank you for your support<3Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-81826653839657188772013-09-21T06:25:00.001-04:002013-09-21T06:25:11.498-04:00GuiltWhen I started writing my blog last November, it was for my firstborn son, James Collins, Jr. and for my lastborn child, my daughter, Reita Gale, both who were stillborn. My heart had ached for my two babies for 37 years. Their faces were forever etched in my heart and mind. But along my journey of blogging, my mind and heart kept reminding me also of the Saturday morning in January of 1982. I had a miscarriage that morning at home alone. I hadn't seen my doctor yet, but was going to that coming week. In 1982, you didn't even know you were pregnant until about 8 weeks. Only then would a doctor see you to confirm it. I called my doctor as soon as I miscarried. He was busy at the hospital. The miscarriage was a big deal to me. Every pregnancy counted. He didn't want me to come in to be checked or the miscarriage checked. If I wanted to know for sure if indeed it was a miscarriage, I was told to put the mass on my bathroom counter, take a butcher knife and cut through the center of the mass. If I heard a "pop" sound, then it was a miscarriage. I did it. Like a murderer, I took that knife and cut the mass into. I heard that "pop" sound. That sound was the spine being cut into. As soon as I heard that sound, I realized what I had done. I had split my baby into. That sound will forever be etched into my mind and heart. Then the next thing I did was flush my baby mass down the toilet. I'm left with those memories. Who talks about something like that? The doctor should have had me bring the mass to the hospital and had it examined there. Last March, I named that baby I miscarried. He or she had a soul. It should be named and recognized. I named her Abba Gale. You see, I never had another period. My pregnancy continued. I was carrying twins. Abba Gale's twin is Reita Gale was was stillborn several months later on May 31, 1982. I'm glad I named my blog, Fittsie's Angels because it includes all three of my angels. My sweet Abba Gale. You are forever in my heart and in my mind. You are loved. I will stop feeling the guilt of leaving you out of the picture. I will see you in Heaven. 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The border is made from left over satin blanket material left over from one of my grandchildren's blanket I made. I chose green for Spring since she was born May 31, 1982. I used plenty of pink ribbons for all of the ribbons that would have been in her life....ribbons in her hair, Christening gown, prom dresses, first corsage, her wedding gown and bouquet. The pearls represent so much. They are set in waves for my waves of grief over her loss. They represent her wedding she should be having or would have had by now. The pink baby feet are from baby blanket material that represents her pitter patter I never heard. They are enclosed in a heart with a hole in it which is her heart that stopped beating within my body. I knew instantly when she quit kicking her tiny feet that she had gone to Heaven. The baby blanket material also represents that she was wrapped in a blanket the hospital for us to hold her. The Reita Gale cross-stitched heart is for the many things I would never get to teach my daughter and share with her. The hole in the heart represents the hole in my heart that has never healed, gets deeper instead as I realized she will never have the chance to give me grandchildren or cook a Christmas meal together with laughter. The white starfish represents that she was my 5th child. The Forget-me-nots flowers are the reassurance that she will never be forgotten as long as I live. Reita Gale had a twin that I miscarried the January before her stillbirth in May. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-51131508539074046342013-08-28T10:51:00.001-04:002013-08-28T10:52:23.609-04:00Connecting With James Collins, Jr.August 19th was a day of remembering my first baby through Carly Marie's Project of International Day of Hope & Prayer Flags. I had only heard about this through mom's blogging about last year's project. This year I immediately knew that I wanted to participate. The purpose of this project, at least for me, was to be a time set aside to quietly think of my two angels as I made a flag that represented my feelings and hopes I had dreamed of for each baby that did not live. This post will focus on my first angel.<br />
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Although my firstborn son died 38 years ago in my last days of pregnancy due to a tightened double-knot in his cord, I never have forgotten my hopes and dreams for my first baby. Part of that dream was to name him, James Collins Fitts, Jr. I have always loved my husband's name and looked forward to the day when we would have a son to carry it on. It is a name rich in family history. That name ended up being the only part of my dream for him that could come true. Although it was suggested for us not to "waste" the name on our dead son, we gave him all we could, the legacy of his father's name. We carried out our plan and never one considered it a "waste" of a name. As I planned my prayer flag for him, I wanted his name to be big and bright on his flag. James Collins, Jr. was born and died on May 2, 1975. I always thought May was a good time to have a newborn. Nature always planned the spring season to be a time for giving birth. I could take him outside for strolls in his antique pram and show him the blue sky, fresh air, colorful flowers, butterflies, kites in the sky. He could hear the birds singing their sweet songs. I looked forward to all of this with him.<br />
As I made his flag, I hoped to reflect these things. Here is a picture or two of his flag I made using some of my rainbows baby clothes hand-stitched by his grandmother Fitts.<br />
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The blue satin bordering the flag was left over from making my grandson's baby blankets. The purple background material was left over from making a doll bed bedding for my granddaughter. The green at the bottom came from an outfit my mother-in-law made for my first rainbow baby. The heart in the middle has a hole in it, which represents the hole in my heart that will never be filled until I see my son again in Heaven. Notice how big and bright I made his name! The right side of the flag represents my grief. The rain from the cloud are my tears and the flower bent over with the petals falling off represents grief and death. The kite is for the things we never saw together. The left side shows a healing phase. Sunshine rays are peeking from the cloud, a balloon flies, the flower blooms, the bird and ladybug show life. The dog is being playful showing happy days. The blue balloon also represents the balloons I design for other parents that have experienced the loss of a child in honor of my son's memory and my daughter's memory. Her flag will be my next post.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-4168447361470577182013-08-26T17:32:00.001-04:002013-08-26T17:32:23.001-04:00To Each Our LossI'm not quite sure how to put this into the right words because we all grieve in different ways and we all have different circumstances to grieve. In some ways, I am years ahead in my grief. In other ways, I am not. <em>We never get over it. We each learn to live with our loss(es) in our own way.</em><br />
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We all mourn our differences in loss also. We have those that mourn miscarriages. I have had a miscarriage. I think of that baby a lot. I am sure I will see this child in Heaven one day. Some of us have only been able to achieve a miscarriage.<br />
Think of the infertile couples. What they would give to have achieved a pregnancy. They would have the joy of knowing they had a child in Heaven to met one day. I was told I was infertile due to as disease I had suffered for years with called endometriosis. Being told you are infertile is just short of a slap in the face. I mourned not being able to be part of the "pregnancy group." Being unable to conceive was just so lonely. I fooled all and beat the odds and did conceive naturally. I thought I was home free. Nope. Lost my baby to a 9 month stillbirth. Then there are the first trimester losses, second trimester losses of which I lost my daughter to stillbirth in my second trimester due to a contorted cord accident. Her twin was my miscarriage in my first trimester. Now for the third trimester losses. I've had that also. I beat so many odds, yet loss three children. I did get very lucky and blessed to have 2 natural born sons, my 2 rainbows!<br />
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I've met mothers during the past 10 months who have lost their wee ones to being born prematurely, being diagnosed with a fatal disease while in the womb and carrying them to term, mothers waiting in the NICU waiting minute by minute for month after month to see if their premature baby would make it. Some have not and some have. "To die or not to die." Can you imagine the wait to see if you were going to get to use the nursery at home or a coffin at the funeral home?<br />
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I've heard the misery of a few mothers who had to endure the trauma of the aftermath of abortion. <br />
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Then I have met dear sweet mothers who have had to watch their child die slowly from childhood cancer. These children brought such joy to their parents while being brave fighting their disease. They have memories, some good ones and some nightmarish ones I would imagine.<br />
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So much sorrow each person has had to endure. Some got to have the honor of being a parent to an angel and some never got the honor of being a parent at all. Each sorrow is different and yet alike because it all ended in grieving a loss.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-32923710285143865572013-07-28T16:44:00.001-04:002013-07-28T16:44:46.079-04:00Should I Dare Say This?I hope somebody out there understands me. I am not trying to be picky or mean, really. I feel really horrible about even bringing this up except that it bothers me. I have be going over this in my mind and can't come to terms with my problem yet. I feel so selfish for even having this bother me in the first place. <br />
You see, two weeks ago my brother's 49 year old son died suddenly from an aneurysm. I cried when my brother told me because I knew the pain he was feeling ad would be feeling forever. I just hurt so much for him and his wife and other children. He lives several hours away from me, so I got up with two of my sisters to ride with to go right away to be with our brother. We met our other sister there.<br />
Throughout the time we were together, the conversation of course turned to our brother and his wife coping with this loss. My sisters appeared to have all of the answers or suggested answers as to how things would be. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable being around them. I felt like one of them might say, "Well Gale, I'm sure you have some idea what it might be like for them since you lost your son too." It never entered their minds. To them, my loss was so insignificant compared to losing a child you had for 49 years. I know they meant no harm to me. Also, know two deaths are exactly alike. However, I DO know what its like to lose a child! I suddenly, just went very quiet. I went into a funk. I couldn't have spoken if someone was going to give me a million bucks to do so. Later that , night as my twin and I were changing for bed, I said something to her about it. I told her my feelings had been hurt. She gave me a look as to say, "Please, not your babies again!" I moved onto another subject because I knew I was being misunderstood. <br />
So here is a touchy subject. What I wouldn't have given to have had James Collins or Reita Gale for 49 years before I had to face grief! Look at all the wonderful memories and pictures and videos they have of their son? The church was packed with people standing outside! What a tribute! His sister got up and had such wonderful words to share about the wonderful times she had with her brother. Now I know they are all suffering for their loss. You and I both know about that. They might learn to live with this in time, but they will never get over it. They can find comfort in their memories and speaking with friends who were close to their son. Friends who miss him also. They will be allowed to speak freely about their son. So I ask without expecting any response, if given the choice, would you want your child born dead or have 49 years with your child before death?<br />
I wasn't given the choice nor were they, so I guess an answer isn't important. <br />
I would like an honest opinion. Should I have kept this buried inside or blogged about it?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-49141660390868700892013-07-26T15:23:00.001-04:002013-07-26T15:43:11.088-04:00Keeping To Myself LatelyI've been keeping to myself. I have been enjoying the peacefulness of early morning kayak trips. Being alone with nature out on the water is very soothing to my soul. I can think clear thoughts as my vessel glides through the blue water by my own power. Often I will stop by the island I love to kayak around when I reach the sandy beach I like to claim as my own. This week I just started writing all the names of our sons and daughters who have gone from us too soon. As soon as I would finish one name I would start right on another name. It had just turned to low tide, so I knew the names would be there for several more hours. I even made one heart out of sand. I molded and sculpt a perfect heart. It took some time and energy! I was pleased with it. When I stood up and looked around me names were everywhere! Oh, how I wish I had brought my camera with me! I have been searching the sky for a heart cloud. Since I haven't found one yet, my sand heart made me happy! On the way home, I cut through the island on my kayak gliding around sea grass and a narrow path of water deep enough to let me through. Dragon flies and egrets were plentiful, but no butterflies. That's okay. The summer isn't over yet. I think of you my baby loss friends on many of my trips. I hope that you are having a kind and productive day. Some of you are in the evening time, while others aren't even up yet. I hope you know that despite the pain of losing our children, we are going to be okay. We are special women you and I. We have a sisterhood that helps us get by. Each of us has her own journey to travel. Some have been blessed with rainbow babies, while others had babies before loss to care for. Some haven't conceived a living child yet or has a child in the NICU. Some will decide not to try again for medical reasons or emotional reasons. I truly feel for those of you that won't have a rainbow baby no matter the reason. My heart goes out to you. I am glad we aren't alone, but have each other. Others try to understand. They really do. To me, no one can ever understand us unless they have walked the walk, but I thank them for trying. We need these people who try to understand us. How else can we branch out into the world? We <em>are</em> going to be hurt by well-meaning people. That is a fact we all know, but don't always understand why. It happened to me last week. No one meant for it to happened. I immediately with drew into my shell much like a turtle protecting itself. I think that is why I like to escape to the kayak in early morning so I can feel safe. No one can reach me to cloud up my mind and thoughts. It is during this time that I feel free to speak my mind out loud towards the sky.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-85231870188309519022013-07-15T07:58:00.002-04:002013-07-15T07:58:35.039-04:00The Elusive ButterflySummer is always full of butterflies around here. I waited all winter to see them fluttering around again this summer, but I haven't seen any this year. I have looked and waited, but they aren't around me. It is so disappointing especially after such a winter of awareness and discovery with all of you, my baby loss friends. Maybe it is all of the rain we have had this summer. One minute the skies are dark and rain comes. The next it is sunny, but the clouds of rain are still in the sky despite the sun. Sounds like grief doesn't it? My heart has been experiencing more sun in it than clouds recently. There is more understanding of why I had no support system. There has been forgiveness and relief.<br />
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I live by the sea. The skies are open to me everyday. It doesn't matter if I am inside washing dishes or outside, the skies are wide open in my sight. I search for heart clouds. I have never seen one of those either. The summer isn't over yet. There will be clouds to always search just as I will always look for signs from my James Collins and Reita Gale.<br />
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I look for you too. For me, after the loss of my babies, my heart has broken for all of our babies gone too soon. While my life goes on in its direction, I will always keep you and your babies tucked in my thoughts.<br />
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I hope before the summer is over, I will see many butterflies some for me and some for you and perhaps a group playing together.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-67175788365202749062013-07-13T11:57:00.002-04:002013-07-13T11:57:54.241-04:00I Don't Understand Why Women Are Doing This!Much of me died when James Collins, Jr. was stillborn. I had no desire to do anything including breathing. It hurt too much to live. The pain was so physical as well as emotional. Months dragged by. One day seemed to last 48 hours instead of the normal 24. Sleep? What was that? I cried so much and I just plain hurt all over. When would this pain ever stop? There are no words for how much it hurt. My baby son was dead and there wasn't anything I could do about it. I felt so helpless. I NEEDED a baby to love and care for, so we tried for another baby as soon as the doctor said we could. This baby would <em>never</em> replace James Collins, but I was ready to have my second child. Nothing ever happened month after month. Each disappointment was like James Collins dying all over again. My body was failing me. I didn't want to be around pregnant women not because I wasn't happy for them, but because I wanted to be pregnant so badly too. I had two pregnant sister-in-laws at the time. Our only other option in 1975 was to adopt. If that was the route I needed to go to have my baby then alright. White girls were aborting their babies in the US. There was a real shortage of these babies for adoption. On the news every night the talk was about women's right to have abortions. I tried to get to these women in every way I knew how, because I <em>wanted</em> their baby to raise and give a good home to! Just don't throw these growing babies away! Please give me one! I was so upset that I couldn't get one. <em>Just one!</em> Finally, in June of 1976, I did get pregnant, which I didn't know about into July. My rainbow would be born the next March 22, 1977. I felt so lucky and blessed when he arrive very safely.<br />
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I had friends who had been trying and were not getting pregnant. They needed these babies to adopt who were being aborted! I was and still am so against abortion. However, abortion was popular then. The "in thing for women's rights." Well, why everyone was burning their bras, experimenting with drugs, and demonstrating, I didn't. I was only interested in finishing my education even though James and I married before we graduated from college. I think the Viet Nam war had a lot to do with this "live and let live movement." I'm not sure. But many were not letting the babies live! With time, it became even <em>more</em> popular! It was more of a convenience to have an abortion or I don't want mama and daddy to find out. Just guessing. The pill was being given out at every college! Take the pill to prevent pregnancy in the first place so you won't have to have an abortion! One person's inconvenience is another persons joy!<br />
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Today it has become "no big deal" to have a baby out of wedlock. No one really thinks twice about it. So this makes me wonder why so many abortions? Why? I just don't understand. I know of one woman who prayed to God to make her son's girlfriend "lose the baby" when the pregnant girlfriend chose not to have an abortion. Tell me, <em>what kind of person prays to God to take a life? </em>This grandmother to be, never told a soul she was going to be a grandmother because she kept praying and hoping to the very end that something would be wrong with the baby and it would die or be stillborn Who does that? Could a Christian do that? Was the embarrassment of having a grandchild out of wedlock be so bad that it would be better if the precious baby died or be inflicted with a birth defect?<br />
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No one has the right to make abortion seem like the right thing to do. Killing a growing baby is never right. Praying asking God to kill what He has created is never right either. A person with loving feelings never forgets their baby. If you do or can forget about it and not feel guilty you must believe killing a baby is all right. <em>There is always another way out, another choice. Give God a chance to show you. If you are sorry for having an abortion or encouraging someone to, then just pray for forgiveness and give God a chance to have mercy on your soul and show you His love. God forgives when we admit our mistakes and sins and sets us free through His son Jesus Christ. Find His freedom and the glory of His promises to us if we just obey Him!</em><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-11990105077780430512013-07-01T17:38:00.000-04:002013-07-01T18:02:53.668-04:00CloudsI am blogging today with photos and a few quotes for my Week 2 of Project Illuminate. I've chosen to use clouds to show light, darkness and shades of gray. <br />
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I never thought of using clouds to relate to grief until I received a booklet in the mail from Billy Graham called, <em>CLOUDS. </em>He sent me this booklet in 1975 after James Collins, Jr. was stillborn. I still have it by my side. What a different perspective it gave me on my grieving journey! Clouds have many different shades, just as our lifelong journey of grief does.<br />
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Hugs!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-5354371285027070042013-06-26T19:55:00.000-04:002013-06-26T19:55:37.324-04:00How & Why I Had To ForgiveMany of you have asked me about forgiveness. The answer isn't easy when you are hurting and licking your raw wounds of obvious betrayal to you. It is hard when the person who hurt you doesn't even realize or will admit what they did. Let's get real. No one wants to admit they are wrong. It is just human nature. Some are just too wrapped up in themselves to even understand the depth of their wrong doing. Others, do it deliberately convincing themselves it is for your own good. Then, there are just the mean people who hurt you and don't ever look back to see their destruction.<br />
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After the stillbirth of James Collins, Jr., I was the victim of all of these hurts. I have forgiven the small hurts and the life-changing hurts. Not one of the people who hurt me had experienced the death of a child. No one can ever understand that kind of hurt unless you have been there. It is even hard to imagine that kind of pain. There is no do over or second chance. You have lost that loved one forever, in our case, our son.<br />
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My pain was so much more intense in those first raw months due to the fact that not only was I alone, I had to deal with hurtful things said by family, ( mine and James') the very ones I needed most. This post deals my mother-in-law due to her many big hurts. My husband was as much a victim as I was. He was being guided by his trusted mother. <a href="http://fittsiesangels.blogspot.com/myscaropeneduptoday" target="_blank">My Scar Opened Up Today</a> tells that story. It was awful! It took time for me to forgive her. I do believe she was a victim of the times and society when handing out her advice. I didn't see it then. The pain was too recent. I also believe she just wanted the whole mess to go away. She didn't want to deal with a grieving son and daughter-in-law. Our son was an inconvenience. If she loved him or grieved him, she hid it very well from us. She wasn't a support system, but drug us down. It made an already traumatic experience so much worse! Did she understand that? If she did, she never showed that either. She was silent in her sabotage of our healing. After I had my rainbow children, we began to get along better. I included her on so many activities. She loved our rainbow son very much. The same went for our second rainbow son. She was very close to them and that made me happy. Life was getting much better. Then, our only daughter, Reita Gale, was stillborn at 20 weeks. I thought she would surely treat this stillbirth differently. She was in the room when the nurse brought Reita Gale to my room. She stayed and watched as James and I held our daughter and mourned her. She chose not to hold her granddaughter. When the nurse tried to console her over the death of her granddaughter, she just replied that she already had a granddaughter and didn't have the time for another one. The look on the nurse's face was indescribable. I made up my mind at that very moment that she would be the one left behind at my daughter's funeral. We had a quiet graveside service with only James and our two rainbows attending. She never mentioned the funeral or my daughter again. The hate returned. The words she spoke to the nurse that day were deliberate and just plain despicable. That was very mean, selfish and destructive. It erased all of the work I had done on forgiving her from my previous stillbirth. <em>Not only do we suffer the death of our child, we suffer hurtful actions and words plus the burden of forgiveness falls on us! It is like pouring alcohol on the open wound!</em> However, after time, I just took her for who she was warts and all. Don't give me a pat on the back. All of us fall short. She did a lot of good, but she couldn't handle stillbirth. Yes, she was selfish and mean to me at those times. Yet, there were other times when she was completely wrapped up in my rainbow sons. As my rainbows grew up, she was proud of them and tried to never miss an event in their lives. I took them to visit her and my father-in-law weekly if not more. I learned to love her for loving my sons. I learned to forgive her through love. In her elder years, she thanked me for being a good mother and a good wife to her son. She also thanked me for always keeping her informed about what was going on with her grandsons lives. I often invited her and my father-in-law over for dinner. They loved playing board games with their grandsons. It was a blessing to see them interact together. I don't know when it actually happened, but I forgave her because I grew to love her more and more. The good out weighed the bad. Who of us is perfect? The Lord's Prayer instructs us to forgive others. He gives us the strength to do so if we ask. It may not be right away. Forgiveness is an on going thing. I have to keep reminding myself that I forgive her, especially when the hurt surfaces. My mother-in-law died before seeing any of her great-grandchildren born. I was with her alone in her hospital room when she died. We talked. I talked. She died. Then the others came in. She knew long before she died that I loved her. Did she know that I forgave her? I don't know because it was a subject off limits to discuss due to her wishes. Is she with my son and daughter in Heaven already? I'm not sure because I don't know if that sacred moment is saved for just their Mommy and Daddy.<br />
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If you need to forgive someone who has hurt you during your grief, please make a choice to do so as soon as you can. Harboring hate or anger hurts you more than it does them. It eats on you. Their words can't be undone. Maybe they will talk with you about it. Even if they won't, for your sake and the sake of your rainbow children, forgive them. It will be one less burden on you. Pray about it.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How has
thirty-eight years passed by since your birth?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>How have I lived without having you physically with me?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It amazes me that I have.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t want to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have missed you so much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is a part of me so deeply empty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is your space.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It never has been filled by anything or
anyone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I dream of you my sweet son, my
James Collins, Jr.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can still smell the
baby powder I used to dust your things with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I keep baby powder and use it on me, so I can smell you with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You know you are my first born.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is an honor you will always have.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You made me a mother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted to hold you so much, but no one
would let me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted to be at your
funeral, but everyone left without letting me know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So many people kept our time away from
us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But my sweetheart, you know how we
spent those nine months together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
were the sweetest filled with our secret times together!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You really enjoyed being nestled way up high
under my ribs!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was your special
place for nine months.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I guess you were
trying to stay as close to my heart as you could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did you know your time with me was going to
end that second day in May?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hoped and
prayed until the very last.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When you didn’t
cry, I thought the doctor could fix it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Surely God would.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You never did
cry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was the one who did and for a
long time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I still cry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cry for what we have missed together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew you were okay being in Heaven with
your Father.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wasn’t okay, but that
wasn’t your fault or mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was just
the way it was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I so badly wanted you
back so I could change your diapers, feed you, rock you to sleep, and stroll
you outside to hear the birds sing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
wanted to show you the flowers blooming that spring.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted to lay you in your beautiful white
crib and turn on your mobile for you to see.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I still have that mobile in my nightgown drawer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I pull it out and play it sometimes while I
am getting dressed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I never did get to
put you in your crib, but the first day I was alone at home after your birth, I
got in it to feel closer to you and I cried for you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t know that babies died inside their
mommy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was a college Summa Cum Laude
graduate, tied for the 11<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> place in my class and I wasn’t smart enough
to know that you might die.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why didn’t I
know when I was three months pregnant that you swam around and made two knots
in your cord?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All those months I carried
you towards life, but that life was not to be with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes I am proud you are in Heaven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are in the best place ever!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You got the real deal!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What mother wouldn’t want that for her child?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You never had to live in this dangerous
world. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is some comfort for me. In
fact, it is my only comfort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wonder
often what it is like for you in Heaven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Do you see me?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I feel like you
do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember the night you were so close
to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the first night it rained
after you were buried.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Remember?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cried and wanted to go put a blanket over
your grave so you wouldn’t be cold and wet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You scolded me for worrying about you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You told me you were with your Father in Heaven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You wanted me to trust God with your
care.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>have never worried about you since then either.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I just missed doing all of the things a mommy does for her firstborn
son.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was so ready to be a new mother
for the first time!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was so happy and
excited about having you, my sweet child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Everything changed in a moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
turned into a sad lonely mommy without her baby to take care of.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Was that bad of me?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Should I have been stronger for you?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did trust God to take care of you!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>God gave me so many mothering instincts that
just didn’t disappear because you died.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I didn’t know what to do with those instincts. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hope you understand why mommy was so
sad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You know, grieving is natural after
we lose someone we love so much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is
very hard to do. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It has been the hardest
thing that I have ever done. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought I
would hurt so deeply forever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t
know that one day, that fresh grief would dim and not hurt as much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have never forgotten you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just don’t cry all of the time like I
did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have told your two brothers all
about you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I still talk about you to
them even though they are all grown up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Do you play with your sister Reita Gale?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>How about your other brother or sister?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I call her Abba Gale because the doctor believes she is your sister’s
twin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have a twin sister, my family
has many twins and every one of them are identical, so I just know Reita Gale’s
twin is a girl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You know for sure, don’t
you?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wonder if you are still a baby or
did you grow in Heaven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think you and
your sisters are still babies, but little baby souls since you don’t have your
earthly bodies anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Somehow, when I
get there, I believe we can hug and cuddle and love each other with kisses and
maybe I can rock you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m sure I will
recognize you and you me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your sisters
will be with us and we will be so happy. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then this empty spot in my heart will be
filled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe this spot isn’t as empty
as I thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe it does have
something in it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It has hope.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It has love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>My love for you is stored there as well as my hope of one day holding
you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>God is going to bring me to
you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It wouldn’t surprise me if you
didn’t already know when.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, sweet
baby of mine, I’m waiting and I’ll be ready.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I have been ready for thirty-eight years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one has ever taken your place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one ever will.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are my son, my very firstborn baby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cherish you in a very special way because
you are my firstborn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Those nine months
we were together will always be close to my heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These past thirty-eight years that I have
missed you will be worth it when we are together again in Heaven with our
Father.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh, how much I love you!!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are always forever in my heart!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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So lonely for you and wondering how I have made it for 38 unbelievable years without you.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-46836713975520848722013-06-24T11:48:00.001-04:002013-06-25T07:10:15.969-04:00Certificate of Birth Resulting in Stillbirth Arrived!It's here! My certificate for James Collins Fitts, Jr finally came in the mail thanks to the help of the MISS Foundation! What a story of what it took to get it! Here is the picture!<br />
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Just when I felt every avenue had been explored and I was ready to give up, The MISS Foundation popped up on my computer screen. Their goal is to help bereaved parents! I quickly wrote them a message. Within an hour I heard from North Carolina's MISS volunteer, Daryl Logulla. As it turns out, Daryl helped to write the legislation to be passed in NC to give parents their rightful Certificate of Birth Resulting in Stillbirth. He knew the law! He knew I legally had the right to this certificate for my son. Daryl also got the run around, but knew the right words to say and what to say. Within a few weeks, the very person at the NC Department of Vital Statistics that told me I could <em>not </em>get a certificate for my son, called me to say my certificate was on its way to me! Also, since I had to work so hard to get the Department of Vital Statistics to get their act together, the $36 fee was waived! She also told me that upon talking to the NC Attorney General, she was told where the files were that had all of the babies born to stillbirth in the 1970's era. My son's records on file were found at last!<em> I knew they were there somewhere</em>! I feel so proud that through my son's death part of his legacy will be opening up hundreds if not thousands of forgotten files needed for other North Carolina parents who lost a child before or during birth can now have the birth not just the death of their baby on file with the state. This helps to validate that we as mothers actually did go through labor and birth our children, even though they never took a breath on this earth. They were human beings born not breathing, but born just the same. They had to be named and a funeral home called. To have a funeral, you had to of first died. You can't die unless you were first alive. Also, as a result of the struggle to find James Collins' records, the NC Department of Vital Statistics has improved its application form to make it easier for parents to get their certificates. Also, this department has to recognized ANY Fetal Death Certificate issued by the counties of NC with the proper seal. These new and improved changes came about because I wouldn't give up on my son's rights. His rights to be counted. His right to have his name in the Vital Statistics Records. James Collins Fitts, Jr was here in my womb for nine months. He was and still is very much loved. His life counted even though he never lived outside of my body. I am so proud that because of him, other parents will not have to go through what I did just to get a simple certificate, the Certificate of Birth Resulting in Stillbirth. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-68954837772020495102013-06-12T09:15:00.000-04:002013-06-12T09:15:06.772-04:00My Scar Opened Up TodayI am back in May of 1975 <em>right now</em>. The rawness of it bites at the deepest part of my very being. Can anyone please explain it to me? I mean how on earth could <em>anyone</em> be so heartless to sneak behind my back and convince my husband that it would be in <em>my</em> best interest if I didn't attend my own son's funeral? My doctor discharged me from the hospital with full clearance to attend my son's funeral. Who was she to think she knew better than the doctor? I will <em>never </em>forget the moment I discovered everyone had left for the funeral leaving me upstairs with two "friends" to distract me. The primal animal mother instinct in me fought like a wild beast to get out of the bed, get my car keys to drive myself to the funeral. I tore at the bedding screaming blood curling noises I didn't know I had in me. I'm feeling it all right now, 38 long years later and it drives me into madness. My heart is beating so fast and I am in a sweat with ever fiber of me still fighting to undo that horrible deed. I want to grabbed the clocks of time and go back to that day to be in control. <em>Now</em> that I am so keenly aware of that plot against me, I would do everything so differently! I was only 24 years old. I was so trusting and vulnerable. I don't understand how one person could have talked my husband, my parents, my five grown sibblings, and my very best friend into not saying <em>one</em> word to me about the most unsacred of all plots. Were they in fear of her? Not one tiny little syllable of this plot slipped out! How does one keep such a dirty secret? I still can barely conceive the fact that this <em>really</em> happened to me. It would have been way much kinder to have just put a real knife through my already bleeding heart and twisted it until I was dead. Instead, I was emotionally mangled and scarred for life by this action. Everyone walked on his sacred ground of burial but me. They got to cry over his casket, but not me, his mother. I should have been there! I grieve over not being there. It was suppose to be part of the grieving process. I not only lost my son, but his funeral too. If she were alive today I would slap her face. Yes, I do get these waves of anger! I am only human. <br />
I never did slap her face while she was alive. I forgave her. Don't even begin to ask me how. It was the right thing to do. I never hated her, but I hate her actions and I can't forget them. I was by her side when she died. I ended up loving her. I miss her. Isn't that really weird? Time does heal, it healed my relationship with her. It has never healed what she did. I am scarred and times like today, that scar opens up. Then it all comes back to me so clear.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352860349832292349.post-87229412512413855582013-05-27T08:44:00.001-04:002013-05-27T08:44:56.499-04:00I Need A MiracleI am angry at the Department of Vital Statistics in Raleigh. I first brought you this story in March, twice in April, and now today May 27th. After going to Raleigh, many phone calls a day and resending in a new application with a second certified check, <em>plus my only original copy </em>of James Collins, Jr's Certificate of Fetal Death issued in May of 1975, I still have no Certificate of Birth Resulting in Stillbirth. I argued the point that I needed to send in this precious copy that i had kept so safe for 38 years, but they insisted it was necessary, so I did send it, reluctantly. <br />
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I have never receieved any conformation from the Vital Statistics Department that they received my package, although I I know through the post office that they did get it and who signed for it. We were told that our certificate would be given priorty and the item they needed to get it out was MY original copy of the Fetal Death Certificate. Well, where is it?<br />
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I am in tears. I am so afraid I'll never get what is rightfully his. I am afraid they have lost my original certificate and that is why I haven't heard from them. If anyone reading this has any advice for me, please contact me!<br />
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We are calling once more tomorrow. We are going to Raleigh to the department Wednesday morning. We are heated. Why does this process have to cause more grief to the already grieving?<br />
I am ready to take a lawyer's letter with me. I am going to try to get the MISS Foundation behind us as they have had experience with dealing with this kind of problem.<br />
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Even though I am angry, I feel defeated already. They don't care about my dead son. They don't know how I feel. I am not asking for a pity certificate. I want my lawfully certificate. It belongs to us. <br />
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I hope James will fight for this for me. I am depleted. If you knew me, you would know that this feeling is not at all like me. I need to be supported. Hopefully by Wednesday, the fight will be back in me.<br />
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The Department of Vital Certificates in Raleigh, NC SUCKS!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137820637811811160noreply@blogger.com1