When a woman loses a baby to stillbirth or miscarriage, it feels like the ground has fallen out from underneath her. Because every experience is different, the grief that follows can be extremely isolating and misunderstood. Speaking from experience, in You Are Still a Mother: Hope for Women Grieving a Stillbirth or Miscarriage, Jackie Gibson reaches out, offering the only balm that will bring comfort to this very personal pain and loss. Grieving the loss of a child to stillbirth can be a lonely and agonizing experience. Sadly, this overwhelming loss is far more common than one may think, affecting around 1 in 160 births. Gibson honestly acknowledges the sorrow, loneliness, and fears that come from suffering the loss of a child while pointing to the gospel with gentleness and understanding. Q: Your book You Are Still a Mother is extremely personal, sharing your own experience with stillbirth. Will you share a little bit of your story? Were there any signs that something may have been wrong leading up to your due date? When our son, Ben, turned one, my husband Jonny and I started trying for another baby. Even though we had fallen pregnant right away the first time, this time we entered a time of infertility before getting a positive pregnancy test when Ben was three. We were so excited about this gift of another baby and a sibling for Ben! The pregnancy progressed very normally with no complications until a week before the due date when I felt that movements had slowed. After feeling some reassuring movements and being told by the hospital that we didn’t need to come in for extra monitoring, we felt that things must be okay. But the next morning I didn’t feel any movements at all. We went into the hospital and, after being unable to find a heartbeat, we were told that our baby had died at 39 weeks in the womb. Our daughter, Leila, was stillborn three days later on March 17, 2016. Q: Why did you decide to share your story and write You Are Still a Mother? I attempted to write what I wish I had had after Leila died. I wrote this book to bring comfort and hope to other mothers experiencing similar loss, pointing their eyes heavenward in the midst of their grief to the hope we have in the gospel. This book seeks to unpack, in a simple but theologically rich way, these different reasons for hope we have as Christians when our baby dies. Q: Can you tell us about the grief you experienced in the months that followed the stillbirth of your daughter, Leila? The months after Leila’s stillbirth were the hardest of my life, and I felt like I was in freefall. We left the hospital empty-handed, returning to a home filled with painful reminders of Leila’s absence: newborn clothes washed and folded, a Moses basket beside our bed, packages of diapers, and swaddling wraps. All that we had planned for and imagined didn’t unfold the way we expected, but life just keeps moving forward. The early days blurred together, and the effort of doing anything normal like showering, changing out of pajamas, or taking Ben to preschool left us completely drained. We pressed on, weary and devastated, just doing the next thing—eating food people brought us, caring for Ben, finding a burial plot, and choosing an outfit for Leila to wear in her tiny, white coffin. As the days rolled by, bringing no relief to our broken hearts and exhausted bodies, we looked to the days stretching ahead and couldn’t imagine how life could continue without the baby we had so looked forward to bringing home. Q: What was the first verse that a friend shared with you that helped slow down what felt like a freefall of grief and despair? During this dark despair, a friend sent me Deuteronomy 33:27: “The eternal God is your dwelling place, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” For just a moment, stillness replaced the feeling of freefall. This verse assured me that, even when I didn’t feel like it, I was being held by the everlasting arms of my heavenly Father. I could lean the full weight of my sorrow into strong arms which would never tire or let me go. There was no grief too heavy for them. Q: Why is grieving the death of a baby such a lonely experience? It can be such a lonely experience because the death of a baby in the womb is quite a peculiar loss in that you are grieving the death of someone no one else knew. It is a difficult grief for other people to enter into and to talk about. Thus, the mother (and father), carry around much of that grief by themselves. And even the experience of a mother and a father can be quite different too—each person’s valley is each person’s valley—so it can be a very lonely road to walk. Q: What comfort were you able to find in the man of sorrows? Why is the gospel the only place to find a comfort during such heartache? There is only one companion in grief who knew what sorrow felt like, what my sorrow felt like. Only one person who would be present with me in every part of my suffering. That is, Emmanuel, God with us, Jesus. The man acquainted with grief, who bore our griefs and carried our sorrows (Isaiah 53:3-4). There was not one part of my suffering that Jesus couldn’t understand. He could walk with me through my deepest sorrows because he was the ultimate sufferer, the truest man of sorrows that has ever walked upon the earth. Jesus’s suffering led him all the way to the cross. I had never felt such close fellowship with the Lord Jesus than during my own dark valley of suffering. Q: There were a lot of “what ifs” that played through your mind in the months and even years that followed. When did you finally find peace in knowing God was always in control and you couldn’t have done anything differently? Psalm 139 was a great help to me when I fretted over the question of whether I could have done anything to alter the outcome and save my baby from dying. In answer to the question, “What could I have done differently?,” God’s word is clear: nothing. Psalm 139 tells us that our babies’ days were numbered before they came into being: Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them. (Psalm 139:16) This means that our babies were only ever going to live for the days that God apportioned to them. That was a huge comfort and relief to me. |
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