Today is Jett’s first birthday. It’s been a whole year since losing him. A year of wondering what each day would’ve been like with him laughing, crying, cooing, pulling my hair, learning to crawl. A year without the sleepless nights or mental breakdowns of being a new parent. A year of missing that perfect tiny baby who, at a mere 22 weeks, was perfectly formed. A year of touching his picture and remembering the way his tiny hand felt upon my finger.
The first few days and weeks after loss are hard to describe, but I remember them vividly. I remember thinking that I might never smile again. I remember wondering if I’d ever wake up and not feel completely apathetic towards everything that wasn’t our baby. I remember wondering if I could ever love another child the same way if I were to get pregnant again, but I also remember desperately just wanting to try again, even if it was only to mask the pain that felt so unbearable at the time. I remember feeling like crying every second of every day, and being quiet around family because if I were to open my mouth, I’d likely break down.
It’s an awful feeling to know that you can’t escape the deepest pain you’ve ever felt in your life. You just have to sit there and bear it. You can’t run through it to the other side. It’s not possible. You just take it. The only thing that helped was having the most incredible human in the world to bear it with. One of the greatest blessings that Jett gave us was a deeper more compassionate, selfless, supportive marriage. I’ve heard that grief can tear couples apart, and that separation and divorce are common after the loss of a child. I can’t personally understand that. I can’t understand how I could possibly grow distant from the only person who could fully understand my pain. I’m grateful to Andy for his commitment, strength, encouragement, and presence as we endured our greatest pain of our lives together. It can’t be easy for a husband to watch his wife lie in a hospital bed for a week, enduring multiple physical discomforts, only to give birth to a stillborn baby. He probably felt helpless, but he was actually doing more to love and care for his wife and son than he could ever know. I knew I made a great decision when I said “yes” to marrying him, but my confidence in his enduring faithful love for me was solidified through our suffering. I am a blessed wife.
While the pain we endured has been great, so has the restoration of joy in our lives over the past year. God has been faithful and compassionate, providing comfort and care through the wonderful friendships we’re so lucky to have. You’ve all been an indispensable part of our healing. Thank you to those who entered into our grief and provided meals, counsel, gifts, donations, time, and presence. Keep loving people well you guys!
Andy and I are happy. We laugh, we goof around, we go on adventures, we sing dumb songs and dance around the house. We are not stuck. We will always miss and treasure our son, but we also know that he was never what gave our lives inherent value. God did, and does. We can live fully while anticipating the day we see Jett again, alive and well. Grief and loss never define a person. They change you, but they don’t have to dictate the rest of your life. I fully believe that there are great things ahead, and am thankful for a renewed joy, and even happiness, that characterizes our lives now.
Happy birthday Jett. We LOVE YOU!