Prairie Wife of the Week Bryonna (Death of an Infant)
Posted November 7, 2014 by Prairie Wife - 14 comments
A caution to our readers: This week’s interview is an open and honest conversation with a mother whose son died a few days before delivery. Please read at your discretion and know that the purpose of this interview is to provide support to families who have experienced their own loss. It is also intended to offer education and support to those of us that wish to help friends or family members who have experienced a similar loss.
I met this week’s Prairie Wife of the Week when we were pregnant with our third child. As we waited to pick up our older children from preschool, we casually chat and compare pregnancy notes. We hit it off but never made it as far as making plans outside of school to get together. Bryonna was due a few months before me and when the end of March came around I wasn’t surprised that I wasn’t seeing her at pickup times anymore. After all, I knew that when my third child was born, getting Cowboy J to preschool would be on the bottom of my must-do list. About a month or so later, I saw her as she walked into the school and immediately asked, “How’s the baby?!” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew something was wrong. She answered, “Oh, you didn’t hear?” and, as calmly and quickly as she could, told me that her son had passed away before delivery. I offered her a hug, told her she would be in my prayers, and we exchanged phone numbers, along with my offers to help in any way I could. As I got into the car I promptly held my pregnant belly and sobbed, for her…and in fear for myself and my unborn child.
After doing this interview with her I am so glad that I waited a week or so and then began to call and text her to try and get together. At the time I felt like I was stalking her, but I now know that I did the right thing. We got together for coffee and openly talked about ALL of our children…we both shed a few tears. When Cowboy W was born I called her and honestly told her that I wanted to see her but understood if it was too hard. I was pleasantly surprised when she expressed not only a desire to come and hang out but, it seemed to be healing for her to hold Cowboy W. Bryonna’s strength in sharing her story with me, and our readers is astounding. I admire her for her honesty as she talks about the grief of losing a child. Her advice for families experiencing loss and those that want to help them is both heartfelt and wise. I am honored that she allowed me to share her story. If this week’s Prairie Wife interview has helped one mother to feel loved and supported during her time of grief then it was well worth it.
Prairie Wife (PW): First, tell us about your family.
Bryonna (B): I grew up in Rawlins, Wyoming. I met my husband in Casper, where I attended college. We both worked at the same store and at first, we hated each other! They say opposites attract and here we are, 12 years later, happily married. We recently moved to Surprise, AZ because of a job change for my husband.
PW: We met when I was pregnant with Cowboy W, and you were pregnant with your third child. Can you tell me about your pregnancy?
B: I was pregnant with my second boy and overall, it was an uneventful pregnancy. When it came time to do all the blood work at 18 weeks, as recommended by our doctor, it came back positive for Down’s Syndrome. We never considered terminating the pregnancy, but we did a level two ultrasound to determine what we would need to be prepared for when our son was born. During the ultrasound, the only thing found was a white spot on his heart, which can be an indicator of Down’s Syndrome but is pretty low on the list. So, we did an amniocenteses test. During this challenging time, I was depressed and concerned for, not only our baby but my two other children as well. I had faith in God’s plan for our family, but I was a wreck when I thought about how life-changing it would be to have a child with Down’s Syndrome. When everything came back fine from the test, it was a massive relief for us!
PW: When you went in to give birth to Kannon, things didn’t go as planned. Can you share what happened?
B: Kannon was born at 4:21 pm on Sunday, March 21.
The Friday before Kannon was born, I didn’t feel very well, and the baby wasn’t moving very much. On our doctor’s advice, we went to the hospital to be checked out. His heart rate was satisfactory, and he responded in all the ways they expected to their tests. The nurse called my OB and asked if he wanted me to be induced. At the time he was in surgery and couldn’t induce me. So, because everything checked out OK, they sent me home. We had a busy weekend, and on Sunday, I knew I was going into labor. When I felt like it was time to head to the hospital, we dropped the kids off at the sitter and headed on our way. We were excited and joyful, like any parent getting ready to meet their child. The nurses prepped me, as they would normally, while our doctor headed to the hospital. I had the gown on, and they placed the contraction and heart monitor on me…and couldn’t find the baby’s heartbeat. Everything stopped for me…
When our Doctor came rushing in, he said “What happened?” I looked at him and shook my head, “Nothing,” I said, “Everything has been normal!” I had no unusual pains, no bleeding, and no indicators that something was wrong. They pulled out the ultrasound machine, and there was no heartbeat.
It was then that we knew there was nothing that could be done. They told me that I needed to go ahead and deliver him as usual. They gave me a bunch of drugs. I am sure it was to keep me calm during the delivery. I gave birth to my son. He was 8lbs 15oz and 21in long. We named him Kannon Levi… and he was perfect! There were no apparent signs of anything, no cord wrapped around his neck, no bruising, and no signs of trauma. They encouraged us to take pictures of him and allowed us to spend as much time alone with him as we needed. Later we did blood work on him, and to this day, we have no answer for what happened.
PW: I know that most of us can’t even imagine the sorrow you and your family must have felt. What did you and your husband do to help both you and your children work through the loss of Kannon?
B: When I went home that night from the hospital, my mom was already there to help. I had support at my house for the next month between my mother and my mother-in-law. They also helped us plan the funeral. We didn’t put anything in the paper and I had family and close friends there to support us. Our oldest daughter went to the funeral home and held him, and both she and my son put a teddy bear in his casket at the funeral. I felt that it was vital that they could give him something to keep with him.
We talked about Kannon daily, which was very therapeutic. I read as much literature as possible to help myself and my kids. We went to therapy as a family and went to individual counseling. Frankly, my husband didn’t talk about it much. I think men deal with things differently; he just turned into himself and worked on things in his heart rather than talk about it. Over and over, I read that as the kids grow older, questions will continue and change as they gain a better understanding of life and death. When they ask questions about Kannon, they are different and new.
I just went with what came naturally and didn’t put any limitations or schedule on my sorrow. I think limiting my time to grieve would have caused even more stress and anxiety. I tried to keep the kids on a regular schedule as soon as possible, but I was open to the times when we just needed to be together. As a past educator, I knew that routine and schedule would offer my kids a sense of safety and security and allow them to cope in healthy ways.
PW: What were some things your friends and family did that you found helpful?
B: Just being willing to talk with my family and me about it and acknowledging that it happened; not being afraid to cry in front of us and with us, bringing meals and offering child care, taking the kids to school or picking them up, helping with the little things like cleaning the house or grocery shopping. Knowing I had all these people to help with the little things in life allowed me to heal. I don’t think I left the house for at least a month…and that’s what I needed.
I knew that I had two beautiful children that needed me and that I needed to be strong for them, but I still allowed myself to be human. I would caution anyone aware of a similar situation to be diligent about calling and stopping by, watch for signs of severe depression…and be mindful that it’s not just for the first few weeks that help will be needed. If you have a way you can help, act on it, and do the things that you think the mom needs. She won’t be able to delegate or ask for help…making those kinds of decisions is just too overwhelming initially, so help is really needed.
PW: What are some things you wish people had not said or done (though I am sure you know they had the best intentions)?
B: We had, for the most part, “good” experiences. I struggled a little personally because I felt like people were looking at me, thinking that it was something I had or had not done. No one actually said anything to make me feel that way, but I always felt like it. Saying, “This, too, shall pass.” is not helpful. The loss is always there, and it will never “pass” or go away. Even if someone said the “wrong” thing, I always knew they were trying to be helpful even though I was upset. People were sensitive to my children. I learned from this experience that people generally have the best intentions and always strive to offer love and support to others when they see they are in pain.
PW: Can you share anything that you think might help someone who has had a similar experience?
B: I think families need to know that it’s ok to grieve and let the world stop for a while. But you can’t let it consume you; you must keep living! I did go through a stage where I was in limbo, and the world kept moving, but I was stuck. I was angry with the people who were moving on while I was still mourning and grieving. All this is a normal part of grieving. Eventually, I was honest with myself and looked at what I was doing; I gathered the strength I had left and used it to continue living and growing. Perhaps the best advice is to do what comes naturally to you. Though there is a pattern to grief, everyone grieves in different ways. Some people need to set limitations on their cry time, while others (like me) need to hide away for a while and then emerge ready to live. No matter who you are, find someone to talk to that will check in on you regularly (for months). I strongly feel a professional is best, but a friend or family member will work, too.
PW: It has been four years since Kannon’s death. What do you do as a family to keep his memory alive?
B: We visit his grave as often as we can. Now that we have moved, we have family that visits and leaves little things for him. On March 21st every year, we celebrate his birthday and have a cake and release balloons. We aren’t afraid to talk about him; we believe he is with us in spirit. We have pictures of him around the house and talk about him with friends and family whenever we can.
PW: I know that you struggled with fertility issues after Kannon. Can you talk to us about that?
B: I wanted to try immediately after Kannon was born. I felt it would help me heal, and I was consumed by it. We had a lot of trouble conceiving, which had never happened to us before. We had a miscarriage two years after Kannon was born. It was devastating for me. After the miscarriage, we began to look into adoption. I just felt like our family wasn’t done yet. Then my husband switched jobs, and we moved to Arizona. With all the stress and chaos of moving and getting the kids settled in new schools, trying to have a baby and adoption got put on the back burner.
PW: As we sit here chatting, I hear the sweet little noises of a beautiful baby boy named Keegan can you tell us all about that little blessing?
B: After we moved to AZ and settled in, I returned to work full-time for the first time since having kids. I worked at a local elementary school working with students with special needs. I really enjoyed my job, but the working mom gig is hard! My husband’s job forced him to be away from home for weeks at a time, and it was becoming too challenging for me to work, shuttle kids around, help with homework and take care of the billion other things we do as wives and mothers. We decided that it was best for me to work part-time. Clearly, that wouldn’t work for the school, so I decided to quit and return to staying home. A few weeks after I handed in my notice, I found out we were pregnant.
To say the pregnancy was stressful is a huge understatement. I thought if I talked about it, it would jinx everything, so I really kept it close and told no one. I didn’t buy anything for the baby at all. One day my husband came home with a rocking chair for me, and I couldn’t touch it. It sat unopened in our living room for weeks. I was pretty crazy…I felt that if I could take control of little details, I could control the big picture, which I know firsthand is wrong; in the end, it’s all in God’s hands!
We had planned on waiting until 12 weeks to tell the kids, but they had been praying for years for a baby…and it just came up naturally in conversation, so we told them at about six weeks. They were excited and thrilled. We felt like honesty was the best policy. They were also old enough to notice a change in me if something had gone wrong. I spotted at week ten, which was terrible, but everything turned out to be OK; we collectively held our breath for 9 months.
Thirty weeks came around, and everything was going great. For my own mental health, I purchased a home Doppler, and one day as I was listening to the baby, I caught an arrhythmia in the heartbeat. I called my doctor’s office, and they told me to go to the hospital, so I did. The doctor on call looked at my chart and read my file, and decided that, with my history, I need a full workup. We did a level 2 ultrasound, and the ultrasound tech was doing her thing, and then she called another tech in…I knew something was wrong. Something wasn’t looking right with the heart, so they sent me to a pediatric cardiac specialist. They discovered that the baby had an Arterial Ductus that was prematurely closing. If it did close before the baby was born, the right side of the heart would fail, resulting in the baby’s death.
They monitored the baby and me and watched twice a week to see how the blood flow looked. I also had stress tests weekly on top of my regular doctor’s appointments. I went to the doctor every day for the last six weeks of my pregnancy which was more than a little stressful, but worth it to keep an eye on everything! Sometimes I had to travel as much as 1.5 hours one way; it was stress on top of stress.
They decided that if they could get me to 37 weeks, they would induce. But at 36 weeks, they noticed that the duct was constricting a little more, and the blood flow was diminished. Added to that was my stress level, and they felt it best to induce me then. My son was born June 18 at 9:54 am weighing 7lb 3oz, and was 19 inches long. We named him Keegan Ladd, the best and happiest baby ever!
PW: Any last Prairie Wife words of Wisdom?
B: If you know someone who has experienced the loss of a baby, don’t be afraid to talk about the baby and ask questions. We, as parents, don’t want to forget our children; we want to remember them. It helps us to keep that memory alive when people know that there is another child, and the more we can talk about our child, the easier it is to keep that memory alive.
For grieving moms, let people help you, allow yourself to grieve naturally, and keep hope in your heart.
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14 thoughts on "Prairie Wife of the Week Bryonna (Death of an Infant)"
What a moving article! I am so thankful that you were willing to share you experience. We had a neighbor whose baby was stillborn and I remember having no idea what to say or how to handle it. Hearing your story and your advice on how to help and encouragement helps me better know how to reach out to those who have had a similar experience. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you, SweetnSlim. I am aware that it is uncomfortable for people when it comes time to talk to a bereaved parent. I can tell you from experience, they want to talk about their child. I am happy to hear that this has helped you better understand that it is ok to talk and ask questions in this sort of situation. Thank you for reading our story.
Very bittersweet post. I have lost 5 babies. All halfway through pregnancy. I delivered each of them. 4 precious boys and our only daughter. Everything B says about grieving is true. And also about acknowledging the babies. It’s been 5 years since our first loss and our babies have only been acknowledged 1 time by those closest to us. The lack of support has added greatly to my grief. I am thankful for an online support group where I have made friends who acknowledge my babies often. I am so sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing sweet Kannon with us.
I am so sorry to hear about your devastating losses. It’s heartbreaking to know that the people closest to you don’t talk with you more about your sweet babies. I know it is hard for others to talk about it sometimes. I wish everyone knew that talking about our children and acknowledging them is a huge part of the grieving and healing process for us. I am so happy to hear that you have found some online support! Sending strength and hope your way.
Though I haven’t been brave enough to read the article past your intro, my heart goes out to this Prairie Wife. Losing a child…the unthinkable heartbreak. xoxo
Thank you for sharing your story. I know too many moms who have been through this & my heart aches for you all. I had 3 early miscarriages that were hard enough to deal with. I just can’t imagine going through what you have. I admire your ongoing strength. Your children are very lucky!!
Thank you for your supportive and kind words! I am sorry to hear about your miscarriages as well. Loss, during and after pregnancy is devastating, regardless of the timeframe. My heart breaks for all mothers and fathers who experience this. I feel very lucky to be the mother of all four of my wonderful children.
Thank you so much for sharing your story. My heart breaks for any person in this situation. It makes no sense
Thank you for sharing your story I can’t even imagine how I would deal with it but you are a strong amazing women for being able to talk about it and share your story. I work in a NICU and see people go through losses like this more then I would like to say and it’s nice to hear a perspective from the grieving side.
Thank you for sharing the story of your beautiful son. Your strength is truly inspiring! I suffered two miscarriages early on, and wish more people around me had been as open and honest about their own experiences of loss and grief. It really does help to have a community of support from people who have experienced something so devastating. You have a beautiful family!
What a beautifully sad story. Loss is such a difficult thing because because when your world stops everything else just keeps going on around you. I remember sitting in an airport wanted to tell everyone going about their day that a child had just died and make them all stop. I knew it wouldn’t work but it was the craziest feeling. Thank you for sharing my heart goes out to you!
Beautiful conversation, so honest! I’m sure it will be helpful to many!
I hope so.