By DANIEL HOWES
I’ll never forget July 5th, 2012. My wife, Michelle, was 35 weeks pregnant with our first child and we were both excited about what the coming weeks would hold. Suddenly, she began experiencing irregular contraction-like pains. As we drove to the hospital we wondered if the baby was going to arrive early. Michelle had been for a few scans so she thought something was wrong, but I had no idea what was coming until a few minutes later when the doctor told me: “I’m really sorry, I can’t find a heartbeat”. With that, our lives were inexplicably changed.
It’s difficult to adequately express the emotions that followed. Shock, disbelief, fear, emptiness and pain; plenty of pain, but perhaps more than anything else we felt a desperate helplessness. We couldn’t help but think that stillbirth shouldn’t be still be happening in 2012, not to us, not to our baby.
After the most sleepless night of my life, we were encouraged to induce a natural labour, to name our baby, spend time with him/her, to take photos and so on. At first I recoiled at the thought of doing these things but as the day wore on, it made more and more sense to me – this was our child after all. And so after the rigours of labour, our beautiful baby girl, Tricia Hope was born sleeping just after 5:30pm. She was perfectly formed and incredibly cute. We hugged her, kissed her and told her we loved her, but despite our despairing, she still had no heartbeat.
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So the race is finally over, although the pain in my legs is not. It's nowhere near as bad as the pain of last July though, and my legs will recover. I managed to get myself and Tricia around the course in 74:37 shaving over 5 minutes off my best time in training, despite the extra weight. Tricia definitely helped.
Thanks to everyone who has supported my run with generous donations and kind words of encouragement. In particular, I would like to acknowledge those families who have shared their stories of losing a baby - I am truly sorry that you have also been part of the tragic "6-a-day" statistic. Here's hoping that we are approaching a time where these numbers will finally, and permanently, decrease.
pretty much the same thing happened to me in 2000. first child, no reason found. His name is Joshua, and my 2 living children , born after him, speak of him often with love. we all miss him. he is very much part of our family