I was talking to my husband's Grammy the other day. She is 85 and is such a lovely, beautiful woman. We love her. We got on the subject of her childbirth experiences (she had 3 daughters that lived, one that was born at 20-something weeks and a full-term stillbirth). Her story about her stillbirth was so heart wrenching to me.
In 1963, she was pregnant with her 5th and final child. She was in her early forties. Pretty late to be having a baby in those days. Her water broke while she was making dinner, and she and the family went to the hospital for her birth. After an agonizing labor, during which she was medicated and she doesn't really remember much, she gave birth to a stillborn little girl. As soon as the child was out, the nurses became very quiet and almost seemed like they didn't want to be there. Instead of the doctor showing her little girl to her, he had one of the nurses whisk her away very quickly. Grammy asked the doc if something was wrong, to which he replied, "You have a daughter, but she was born dead." And that was all.
She never saw her little girl. No one in the maternity ward would tell her where she was. The doctor explained to her that her organs were on the outside of her body, and her head was deformed. And that was all that they would tell her. It was hospital "policy" not to let the mother see her child in a situation like this, that it was better for her not to know.
So she went home, devasted and empty handed. She went through birth only to never meet her child. They never even named her. A few weeks later, Grammy couldn't stand not knowing what was done with her daughter's body, and she went back to the hospital to beg one of the nurses to tell her what they did with her baby. It was against hospital policy to tell where they buried babies that did not survive, but the nurse took pity on her and found out for her where her baby would be.
Apparently, her baby along with 20 other stillborn children were buried in a mass grave in a cemetary outside of the city. Why were there so many? Grammy went there with some flowers to pray for the baby she never knew, and then she never went back. She and her husband decided not to have anymore kids, they were too devastated and did not want to chance it. She told me that she thinks it was her fault because she was too old.
Grammy's story shocked me beyond words. Why would they not let her see her child? Is this a case of doctors assuming that they know what is best for the mother? Does medical arrogance have anything to do with it? If a child were still born today, regardless of the condition, the mother is allowed to see him/her, say goodbye, make arrangements, right? Hello, closure? I cannot believe that not doing so wouldn't be damaging to the healing process. Different times, I guess, but still...
Anyway, this seems like a really sad thing to share, but it was really bothering me. And I wasn't sure where to post this, so I hope its in the right place.
In 1963, she was pregnant with her 5th and final child. She was in her early forties. Pretty late to be having a baby in those days. Her water broke while she was making dinner, and she and the family went to the hospital for her birth. After an agonizing labor, during which she was medicated and she doesn't really remember much, she gave birth to a stillborn little girl. As soon as the child was out, the nurses became very quiet and almost seemed like they didn't want to be there. Instead of the doctor showing her little girl to her, he had one of the nurses whisk her away very quickly. Grammy asked the doc if something was wrong, to which he replied, "You have a daughter, but she was born dead." And that was all.
She never saw her little girl. No one in the maternity ward would tell her where she was. The doctor explained to her that her organs were on the outside of her body, and her head was deformed. And that was all that they would tell her. It was hospital "policy" not to let the mother see her child in a situation like this, that it was better for her not to know.
So she went home, devasted and empty handed. She went through birth only to never meet her child. They never even named her. A few weeks later, Grammy couldn't stand not knowing what was done with her daughter's body, and she went back to the hospital to beg one of the nurses to tell her what they did with her baby. It was against hospital policy to tell where they buried babies that did not survive, but the nurse took pity on her and found out for her where her baby would be.
Apparently, her baby along with 20 other stillborn children were buried in a mass grave in a cemetary outside of the city. Why were there so many? Grammy went there with some flowers to pray for the baby she never knew, and then she never went back. She and her husband decided not to have anymore kids, they were too devastated and did not want to chance it. She told me that she thinks it was her fault because she was too old.
Grammy's story shocked me beyond words. Why would they not let her see her child? Is this a case of doctors assuming that they know what is best for the mother? Does medical arrogance have anything to do with it? If a child were still born today, regardless of the condition, the mother is allowed to see him/her, say goodbye, make arrangements, right? Hello, closure? I cannot believe that not doing so wouldn't be damaging to the healing process. Different times, I guess, but still...
Anyway, this seems like a really sad thing to share, but it was really bothering me. And I wasn't sure where to post this, so I hope its in the right place.







: Bless her heart. That's awful. It just kills me to hear stories like that...my MIL had a 25 week stillbirth and her experience was similar. They whisked the baby away, didn't tell her the exact cause of death (it sounds like she had previa or something....all she says is she was bleeding profusely and the doctor said she was fully dilated and sent her to the hospital...), and she never did see or name the baby. So sad.

to her!

