This post deals with stillbirth and contains sensitive images. It could be triggering for some readers.
Pregnancy after loss is so backwards.
The purpose of this article is to empower others to be true and raw with their feelings when it comes to pregnancy after loss.
I want to share my feelings that may be viewed as controversial but prove that there is no right or wrong when it comes to grief and that ALL our feelings are valid.
I hope to give others the courage to speak up about how they feel without feeling guilty or questioning themselves. We shouldn’t have to go through confronting feelings alone.
We should feel safe expressing our raw feelings without judgement. Babies don’t replace babies.
On January 26, 2021, our daughter Frankie Marjorie Knox was born. Stillborn but still born.
Frankie was born at 36 weeks gestation. She was our first child and at the time, she was going to be our only child.
Frankie thrived right up until 30 weeks, but somewhere in between 30-36 weeks, things seemed to take a turn for the worse.
Frankie’s autopsy revealed our little girl had a lot going on.
My placenta was critically small and contained blood clots; a section of it was completely dead.
There was a part of the umbilical cord that wasn’t protected by the Wharton jelly and there was a lack of blood flow too due to the umbilical cord being acute and velamentous.