Stories of Lost Children
Isabel Rose (a must-read poem)
by Colette Lott, Oceanside, CA, U.S.A.
This is a poem my mother wrote after I lost my daughter at 41 weeks in my womb: "Lord, you took my grandchild to sit upon your knees, But with this deeply grieving heart I beg you please, How is it possible for a child to develop so long, For a life to be there, precious and dear, then simply gone? There were dreams and wishes so well thought, All things "baby" were prepared and bought, The room painted pink, the crib sat ready, And in the corner, a pink ruffled teddy. Father, I know You love and care for me, I know in this life that some things must be, I know that You have heard this mother's cry, Please Lord, why did my grandbaby have to die?" - by Sherry Lott It was September 27, 2007. I was already a week overdue and was scheduled for an inducement in just two more days. On that day, though, I had to go in for what the doctors called it "a non-stress test" which I guess is a test the doctors do to make sure the baby's heart is still beating properly. My mother was with me. Just as excited as I was that my precious daughter, her granddaughter, was finally about to arrive. You should have seen us. We could barely contain our excitement as we walked into the hospital together. We get there, the nurse hooked me up to the machine, and then we waited, and waited....silence. I thought to myself, maybe she just needs to turn the sound up more. But as I looked more closely at her, I could see the worried look on her face as she moved the ultrasound device to all different areas of my stomach in hopes to catch the slightest heartbeat. Still nothing. My mom and I looked at each other, eyes locked in disbelief. And slowly the tears started to run down both our faces as the terrifying reality started to hit us...my baby girl was dead. Not a single day goes by that I don't think of her. The only memories I have of her being alive was the times she moved and kicked me while in my womb. And how the little booger would get shy anytime grandma came around wanting to feel her move. Almost like she was playing hide-n-seek with her. So when I finally did get to hold her in my arms and gaze upon her precious face, I couldn't help but smile still. That was my baby girl. And I love her so much.
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