loss of a child, personal, preemie, rant

Aunts Cry Over Loss of a Child, Too

We do not just cry, but we weep.

Last Sunday morning, I woke up feeling disoriented. There was something different in the air. I remembered sleeping, worried, to the sound of the phone ringing and ringing and dad shuffling about the house. There was something wrong. In the wee hours of the morning, faint rings could also be heard by my half-asleep ears.

I do not know why, but I did not rush to the bathroom as I usually do. I went to the kitchen to see dad, standing by the dining table, back bent. He called my name and said that he wanted to tell me something. I knew what he meant before he said the words.

“Jordana is gone.” Then, he sobbed. I cried, too, but I also hugged my kind dad who never cried and never complained. My calm hero was crying, and I did not know if I should cry and cry or just be strong for him. I was caught in the middle of those two urges.

After more than two months of restless sleep after Jordana Belle came into the world too early on May 1st 2016, she left the world too early, too, on July 10th 2016. She made me celebrate my birthday first, on the 8th of July.

The family still went to church. We looked normal enough. The problem with this loss is that we could not even openly express it, the body of the child in question being thousands of miles away. Mom, who is visiting the Philippines since the first week of June,  can cry all day. My brother and my sister-in-law cried for their lost angel, of course. Their hearts are breaking the worst. Dad, on the other hand, did not want to tell anyone else. We carried our grief here in Dominica secretly.

I have to admit I am harboring resentments, too. I have close friends who have never given any words of comfort when Jordana was alive. So, I only informed those in my Facebook secret group. They were the ones who gave support every step of the way: blood donations, sharing of fundraising link, giving of funds, prayers and words of comfort. Some would definitely post hollow condolences. I do not want to see them. Where were they the last two months?

I kept on stopping myself from posting foul things. It does not seem fitting. I am the aunt of an angel, a beautiful perfect soul. I love her and would remember her all of my life.

 

 

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Please Continue Supporting My Niece

https://www.generosity.com/medical-fundraising/born-at-only-590-grams-jordana-fights-on/x/12153416

It’s hard to ask for financial assistance in the Philippines unless you are completely impoverished or well-connected (extremes, both of them). My family is well-educated but every penny is hard-earned. My dad and brother are both doctors. My dad started off as a generous doctor, who has a tendency to be charitable to his patients. It is good for the soul, but not for the pockets. Still, we all have no regrets. Helping is helping. Helping is good. This time, though, we are at the other end – we also need help. My brother is still a resident doctor in a government hospital. He had about more than 600,000 pesos in savings. He had to give them up in just five weeks to the hospital where his 26-weeker daughter is fighting to survive. NICU spending is no joke.

There are four ways to help:

  • donate funds via Generosity (see link above)
  • donate funds via my brother’s bank account number (for this you have to email me at belle07081981@yahoo.com)
  • share the link to your social network
  • pray to the God that you believe in. He has many names, but there is only one that we all look up to.

Thank you.

 

 

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Welcome, Jordana Belle!

No, I do not have a new baby. My son, who is turning seven next week is still an only child. I do have the next best thing. My brother (a resident doctor – orthopedics) and his wife (a nurse), who live thousands of miles away (I am in Dominica. They are in the Philippines), were expecting a baby. However, the little one was delivered at 26 weeks 4 days on May 1st 2016. My brother was terrified that they were going to lose the baby, but the baby has survived and continues to fight hard. Named Jordana Belle, our baby girl is still in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) and has from the very first moment, won our hearts. Born at only 590 grams, the 26-weeker has been weaned from the CPAP to the nasal cannula. She has been fed a little pumped breast milk from her mom at a time. 1 day old

She is on Day 14 at the NICU. My family continues to pray for her complete health and strength. We hope to be able to shower her with more love when she is finally discharged from the hospital. Jordana Belle and my son Joreb William share an amazing pediatrician, Dr. Luchie Morales.

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