I have a story to tell you.
Once upon a time there was a boy and girl who loved each other very much. They got married and settled into life together but knew that they wanted to start immediately building their family. They figured that even though they wanted a family really quickly, they had plenty of time. No rush.
They moved out of their tiny apartment into a slightly larger, albeit still tiny house and decided enough was enough, these wooden floors would be perfect to echo the sound of tiny feet. So they began really praying and trying to have a baby.
After many pokes, prods, medicine and tests the doctors were stumped. There was no way this little family was growing. No way.
They got a puppy.
He was wonderful but life was still empty without children in the house. They opened their home to people in need. A friend who was in the process of moving but need somewhere to rest his head a couple night a week. Two brothers who were taking night classes and needed to stay for just one night a week. College students needing a place to stay for a few months.
The house filled up but it still felt like something was missing.
One college student who stayed with them talked about all of the babies needing homes in the country she had just spent a semester. Could this be the answer? The couple sent an email and were asked to send an application in to Taiwan. They waited and waited to hear something but they heard nothing. Not even a whisper.
Time went by. They finally got an email from Taiwan telling them that sorry, the couple was too young. It would be many years until a baby could ever come to them from Taiwan. “Try adopting where you live.”
So they did what they had done before, they prepared to open their doors to children in need. Foster care.
They finished the classes and prepared to do their home study when they got a mysterious email from Taiwan. “Have you finished your international home study? You are rapidly approaching the top of our list. We need you to be ready.”
It had not been years…it had hardly been one year since hearing that their baby from Taiwan was a distant dream. But regardless, they began to prepare.
With a home study done they began to wait.
Shortly after the first of the year the wife noticed something was different. She felt strange. She didn’t know why, but she did. After a while she took a test and it said, “Positive.”
The best word she had ever heard. That’s right, she was pregnant.
But, the next day the bleeding started. The next day she took another test. This one said, “Negative.”
The baby was gone. So quickly and without physical pain. The baby was gone.
The couple grieved. Not knowing how to tell people about their baby. “Hey everyone, we were pregnant.”
That sounded awful. So, they just didn’t tell anyone, not even family.
A couple months later they found out some great news, wonderful news. There was a woman in the church whose daughter had just given birth to a healthy baby boy. A beautiful baby boy. That she wasn’t planning on keeping. When he was just a couple days old they held him for the first time. And fell in love.
His mother couldn’t care for him so he was living with his grandmother. She needed help so the couple volunteered and everyone hoped the mother would let them be his parents. They lived with the grandmother and cared for the baby. The couple gave him a special name, David, and he even went to live with the couple for a short time.
Then the mother took him back. Parented him.
The couple was devastated. After months of caring for him, he was gone as quickly as he had come. Why?
Within days of him leaving their care a call came in from an unknown number. An email from a far away country. “Call us ASAP.”
So they did. It was a baby girl. Three months old. All the way in Taiwan, needing a home. Their home. Born right around the time they lost their first baby.
They named her Annie.
This is the story of our babies. Our little one that we lost so early. Our David that we held and kissed and watched grow. And our Annie who we don’t know if we will ever hold. This is a necklace that we had made to honor and remember our babies. Isn’t it beautiful?
I got is from a wonderful lady named Amanda. You can find her here. Our necklace is a spin off of her “Leave you print” necklace.
Do you have a story of great loss? How do you honor those memories?
Amanda, thank you for giving me such a special way to remember my babies.