10/06/2020
October 6 – a date etched into my mind forever
Each year I begin thinking of it about a month or so before. I’m not sure why my mind suddenly begins to think of October 6th around September and then it slips back into the shadows of my mind again after October 6th until the next September, but it does.
So why is it so significant?
October 6, 1992 was the due date for our first baby. We were young, married less than a year, and we found out we were expecting. It seems we had barely found out the good news when suddenly the dream was shattered, and I had a miscarriage shortly after.
Little did we know what the future held for us. That this would be the first of 3 pregnancy and infant losses we would experience and that our first 3 pregnancies would result in the deaths of our children. Our second pregnancy would be twins, and one, David, would die about 40 minutes after birth. With our 3rd pregnancy, our daughter Hannah would be stillborn.
But October 6th was supposed to be Christian’s birthday. Instead, the date is always a “would have been, but never was” type of memory. Sometimes painful, sometimes numb, sometimes joyful.
October has been set aside to recognize Pregnancy and Infant Loss. It’s very common, unfortunately. I’ll write about it more this week.
But I wanted to share a little of my own experience with significant dates here. Grief is funny like that. Certain dates and events will trigger a memory. Sometimes with a tear, and other times with a smile. Often with a lot of questions left unanswered.
If you have experienced pregnancy or infant loss, what have you done to acknowledge the life of your child? Do you have any ongoing traditions? Do others know?
To be honest, I don’t think my other children even know anything about “October 6th”. I don’t even know if John remembers the due date. It’s not really something I talk about it, but I silently reflect on it each year. And I have done so for the past 28 years.
We do talk about Christian and acknowledge that they have another sibling, but we haven’t really done much other than that. They know my miscarriage was 2 days before the date the twins were born and 3 days before the date Sam was born. That week has a lot of bittersweet memories for me.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about preserving our story and memories. I want to get more of my story down for my children so that they have the legacy of my memories and experiences when I’m gone one day or can no longer share them.
What are significant dates for you, no matter what type of loss you have experienced?