Tuesday, October 15, 2019

A Tiny Saint for the Pearl Family


I was scrolling my Instagram feed this morning and saw via a post from one of the Catholic accounts I follow that today, Oct. 15, is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day.  This hits really close to home in our family right now, sadly, because in late August our second oldest son and his wife lost the baby she was carrying.  They had gotten past the first trimester mark, and therefore were assuming that all would be okay and looked forward to the February birth of a new sibling for their three young sons.  But tragically, at 16 weeks (which is considered "late" for miscarriage), they found out at a routine OB appointment that the baby no longer had a heartbeat.

This little angel, the youngest of our 17 grandchildren (counting the two currently in utero who--God willing--will be joining us in October and November) was brought forth into the world on the Feast of St. Monica.  The kids decided that if genetic testing determined the baby was a girl, they would name her Monica; and if the baby was a boy, they thought they might name him Augustine, after St. Monica's sainted son.

Our daughter-in-law Ginger's father found a wonderful organization called A Mom's Peace, described as "a lay apostolate for mothers of miscarried and stillborn souls."  This group gifted the grieving parents a miniature handcrafted wooden casket for their baby's tiny body, as well as wee hand-knitted and hand-sewn garments and a blanket to bury him or her in.  Knowing that our daughter-in-law has a nephew battling leukemia, they chose purple--which is often used to symbolize this fight--as the accent color for these precious items.


The little knitted hearts were given out to family members as keepsakes, so they would each have some yarn
from the little blanket that had been made for the baby.

There was a prayer service and burial in a small church graveyard where other tiny preborn and stillborn souls are buried.  One day, there will also be a small headstone for the final resting place of the precious little one we now know was a girl and who has been given the name Monica Mary.

Life is indeed a series of ups and downs, of ecstatic highs and unbearable lows, and never was this more apparent than during this difficult time in our kids' lives.  The burial for this tiny Pearl saint was on Tuesday, Sept. 3, and my husband and I flew back from South Bend, IN (where we had stopped on our way out to MI for our youngest son's wedding on Sept. 7) to attend the burial service.  The next day, we flew back out to South Bend to get our car and drove from there on to MI.  By Friday, we were hosting a rehearsal dinner.  And on Saturday, our fifth-born son was married to a beautiful Catholic girl in a beautiful Catholic church.  That was a week of so many conflicting emotions.

Due to how recent the miscarriage was, and to some health complications Ginger suffered afterward (just days before the wedding), our second-oldest son and his family were not able to make the trip to MI--which everyone completely understood, of course.  We missed them, but obviously there was no other choice they could make.

The wedding day was so joyful (and I do plan to blog about it very soon).  Somehow, I was able to compartmentalize my feelings--something I am rarely able to do--and focus solely on the beaming bride and groom and the celebration of their sacramental union for the duration of the weekend.  But when we got into the car to drive back home to VA after the wedding festivities, the weight of my emotions got the best of me and there were many tears.  Some of them were those happy mama tears, thinking about the sweet lyrics of the song my baby chose for the mother-son dance, and what a good boy he is, and how happy I am that he found his better half; but many of them were sad tears, knowing that another son and his wife were hurting and there was little I could do to help ease their pain.

Never having gone through the experience myself, I asked a friend (who'd also lost a baby to late miscarriage, 30 years ago) what we could do for them. She said the ministry work that A Mother's Peace did to honor the baby's short life was going to help so much, and the fact that sweet little Monica Mary was given a holy and dignified burial would give her parents much comfort in the years ahead.  They will always miss her, she said.  Out of the blue, they will be hit with feelings of crippling sadness.  But time, she assured me, will be a great healer.

I talk to Monica Mary now, especially when I'm worried about her parents.  I believe that in her our family has a powerful intercessor in Heaven.  Genetic testing revealed that the baby was a girl, but it did not reveal any identifiable reason for her untimely death; I can only surmise that God needed and wanted her with Him now, rather than later.  She was just too good to stay here with us in the valley of tears.

Dear St. Monica Mary, pray for us!



I must make an addendum to this post:

We actually have 19 grandchildren, including those in utero.  Our oldest son and his wife lost two babies to miscarriage some years back, both very early in the first trimester.  They do not know the sex of these babies, but have given them the names Philomena and Augustine.  So we actually have three little Pearl saints and one day hope to meet them all!

8 comments:

  1. Oh Laura! My heart breaks for all of you, especially D & M ❤️

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    1. Yes, their Faith will get them through--but keep praying for them. <3

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  2. My heart breaks for you all.
    My daughter miscarried (no heartbeat) in her 1st trimester of her 1st pregnancy (twins) and it was almost unbearably sad. It took her a long time to talk about it, and now they are better.....with an 18 month old and another on the way. No one replaces he or she who was lost, life just goes on. I will say a prayer for them.

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    1. Cathy, I'm so sorry to hear that your daughter bore this terrible sadness, too--and also so happy that she went on to have her sweet little boy. Like you said, no one can replace those who are lost, but life does go on. And having other children to love and care for helps with that.

      And congratulations on the new grandchild on the way! I will pray for the health of your daughter and the baby. And thank you for the prayers for my son and his wife. <3

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  3. I'm so glad they were able to name her and to bury her. That will go a long way in the healing process. A Mom's Peace sounds like a wonderful organization.

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    1. Beth, thank you. My friend who lost her son to miscarriage decades ago said the same thing, and it comforts me to know that the fact that they could name and bury their baby will help our kids in the years to come. I know you, too, have experienced a heartbreaking loss, and you, too, have a little saint in Heaven. It sounds like she's a powerful intercessor. It makes you realize that every life, no matter how short, is so important. St. Rebecca Irene, pray for us! <3

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  4. Oh I am so sad to read this. How conflicting your emotions must be even still. Their sorrow must be deep, isn't it so wonderful they have a strong faith? I don't think grief would be bearable without the hope of the resurrection.

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    1. I agree...how do people without Faith endure life here on earth? Even the best life possible is filled with problems and suffering. Without God's help (and the help of Our Blessed Mother and the saints), it would be unbearable.

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