My precious baby, Luna Ray, affectionately known as “Star,” quietly departed this world while still in utero. One moment, I was filled with joy, watching her tiny heart beat during an early ultrasound at around 10 weeks, and the next, I faced the devastating reality that she was gone when we returned at 14 weeks.
Nothing in my life ever truly prepared me for the excruciating heartache of losing Star. It was like being struck by a freight train—sudden and overwhelming, it knocked the breath right out of me. I spent a week engulfed in agony, curled up in a fetal position, unable to sleep, tormented by relentless pain. There was the physical pain associated with the misoprostol, the cramping, and the drawn-out process of my body trying to expel the baby who had already left us. Then there was the emotional pain—why did this happen? Was it my fault? Did I not protect her well enough from the stressors in my life? My heart ached, and my spirit felt shattered.
In those dark moments, my first-born, Oliver, became my beacon of hope. He would wrap his small arms around me, offering comfort and solace, a gentle reminder that I could still create love and life.
When the time came for me to say goodbye, I gathered Star’s tiny form and placed her in a beautifully carved wooden box I had treasured for years. Surrounding her were heartfelt letters filled with love, apologies, and prayers. Under the soft, misty light of a Bay Area dawn, I buried her beneath a tree, seeking to envelop her in nature’s embrace.
I know I likely broke some laws in doing this, but it was essential for me to lay her to rest in a place of beauty, where she could return to the earth, cocooned by the trees. I whispered my farewell to Star, acknowledging the profound impact her brief life had on my journey to welcoming my daughter, Moxie.
As I stood there, I prayed for my child, cherishing the thought that I would one day reunite with her. At the same time, I felt immense gratitude for Moxie, who entered my life against the backdrop of Star’s loss. I can’t help but wonder if Star’s departure was a part of a greater plan, guiding me to embrace Moxie, even after her prenatal Down syndrome diagnosis. Perhaps one day, I will have the chance to ask Star herself.
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In summary, loss can be an excruciating journey, but it often leads to unexpected paths of growth and acceptance. While we mourn those we have lost, we can also find strength and joy in the lives that follow.