The Pain of Bereaved Mothers…

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The pain of bereaved mothers can be felt even through a language barriers…

Today we attended church as usual. We left church and headed to Murfreesboro. We ate lunch at Chili’s and then headed to St. Thomas. We had a very special recognition service to attend.

In late September, we received an invite to an honoring of babies who left this world too soon. I responded and let them know we would be in attendance. I don’t regret going one bit. I thought it would be a service for babies who were lost within the year of 2018, but it wasn’t. It was babies who were lost from May to September of 2018. There were many families invited to this event, unfortunately; however, there was only one other family in attendance with us.

Three babies were recognized at this service.

There was a language barrier between the other bereaved family and my family. After the ceremony was over and we were reflecting on the candles we had lit in honor of our babies, I went over to hug the other lady. I shook her husband’s hand and told them who I was. I then leaned in to hug her. I wanted so badly to talk to her, but we couldn’t communicate without a translator.

Although no words were exchanged between us, the hug we shared will forever be embedded in my heart and soul.

I could feel the sadness, the heartache, the distortion, and the most unbearable pain between us. We both lost baby boys. She had two older children. So again, not only were we in the same boat with the loss of a child, but in the same boat of losing the baby of the family, our baby boy. I like to think that her baby and Isaiah were there with us today, in that small, quaint chapel inside the hospital.

I knew the chapel was there but had never entered it. Moments after I returned from surgery and was in recovery I soon learned that Thomas had went down to the garden and punched the Jesus statue that resides in it. I saw that Jesus statue today when we went outside to take a picture.

Read finding peace in the midst of the storm.

One thing remains true: We can be angry at God.

He is big enough to take it and before we state our anger, he already knows. God is always there even when he doesn’t seem to be. In a physical way this was proven to me today. Thomas punched the Jesus statue on June 21, 2018 roughly a little after 11:00 a.m. Today, October 7, 2018 that statue is still there, still standing. Thomas’ anger didn’t make it disappear. I try to remember that God’s love is displayed just as this.

I was told by Ezekiel last night that Isaiah has been at our home in the last few days. I will write about that story in a few days. I’m honestly still soaking it in. There were actually three visitors. You will have to wait to see who they were, but I sure wish I could be still long enough to see them.

The days are hard and the nights are hard. Grief is exhausting, no matter the magnitude. I miss Isaiah. Those three words will never fade. If you take one thing away from this entry today, take this: No matter what barriers stand between you and another person, when you are both broken and hurting, you can say all that you need to say with a simple hug. Here are a few pictures we took today. I’ll have to write this in Isaiah’s baby book. Such a special day for a very special baby.

Written by Meredith Montgomery

Read more about Meredith and her beautiful son Isaiah here.