The loss of a baby is a devastating reality that can happen to families in all countries. Experiencing the death of a baby can be both shocking and overwhelming. The intensity of grief will not last forever and lessen with time.

You have entered a community of grieving parents who have learned to create a new normal and maneuver through life without their child. Each loss is different and each person's reaction to losing a child is different. Parents commonly can feel emotions such as shock, confusion, loss of control, jealousy, anger and disappointment.

When a small child dies, hopes are shattered, and parents are left to put the pieces of their lives back together - pieces that never fit the same way again.

There are many ways to remember and honor your baby. Sharing your testimony enables others to know your baby's story. We welcome you to share your story here on our ISA website. You are not alone.

Your Story

My son Liam was our miracle. We had suffered with infertility for over 2 and a half years and we had scheduled our first IUI with our fertility clinic. Then I found out I was pregnant. My pregnancy was full of weird coincidences that may or may not have played a part in his demise.

I received the Covid-19 Pfizer shot, and between my 1st and 2nd shot, we conceived. Right after my 2nd shot, but before I knew I was pregnant, I had the bad reaction that so many did (fever, chills, nausea the whole day after getting the 2nd shot). However, 2 days after the shot, I started to have pain “down there” and I noticed red spots. I thought, “did I cut myself up while shaving?” But I think I would’ve remembered that pain. The next day, when I got home from work, the pain from walking around was unbearable. I grabbed a handheld mirror to see what’s going on and all the bumps had now turned white/yellow. And it hurt like crazy to urinate. It hurt to sit. I called my on-call OB and he said to call the office in the morning and they’ll try to squeeze me in. His nurse was there and as she looked at me, she had no idea what exactly it was or what was causing it. They scraped (OUCH) a sample and sent it off to the lab to test. It was quickly spreading from 1 side of my labia to the next. The next couple days I started researching, and I came across multiple case studies of women going through a similar experience right after being diagnosed with Covid or right after receiving their Covid shot. It was called “Acute lipschutz ulcers” or “Vulvar Aphthous ulcers.” I was prescribed antiviral medicine and given a lidocaine cream. Both helped within a few days. But it took a good 7 days for the ulcers to disappear. It took even longer for the pot holes they had left to disappear.

A week after my appointment, I noticed that my period was 5 days late. My period had been late before and I’d test negative and then have my period start a few times prior, so I didn’t think anything of it. I decided to test just to know what’s going on because we were supposed to call our clinic and schedule the IUI on my 1st cycle day. I took 3 positive tests that day. The next day my nurse called me to check up. I told her that the ulcers were improving, and she let me know that I tested negative for every possible thing they could test my sample for. She had read the case studies and was submitting my case to the health department, like I had asked her. I wanted other doctors to be aware so other women didn’t have to suffer like I did. And then I told her I took positive tests and asked her to order a blood test for me. 2 days later it was confirmed that I was pregnant, on my Birthday. It was such a sweet present to myself that after years of trying, our miracle was finally happening.

I didn’t have much nausea or morning sickness, which I’m very thankful for. Everything was smooth sailing September until Christmas. On Christmas day, I couldn’t hardly eat. I just felt really full. For the next 3 weeks, I couldn’t hardly eat anything. I would take 2 bites of food and have immediate intense heartburn, and then I would be up all night nauseous. I got an abdominal ultrasound scheduled to see if they could conclude that it was my gallbladder, which I’ve suspected I’d had problems with for years. Unfortunately, no stones or bile detected on the scan. And no further tests could be conducted while I was pregnant. “Just try to watch what you eat. And hope you don’t end up in the ER,” was what the tech told me. At least I got to confirm Liam’s sex at that appointment.

2 more weeks go by, and I am crying every night to my husband because I’m starving but cannot eat without immense pain. We had our doctor appointment scheduled for the next day where I told my doctor all of my concerns and what I’ve experienced. He was going to put in an order for a Home Health nurse service to come by and bring me Banana bag fluids with nutrients because I was so malnourished, 3 times a week. I lost 5 pounds within 2 weeks. He was also going to refer me to a general surgeon for a consultation about my gallbladder because I was convinced that it was the culprit and it needed to be removed before we hit the window of time where they try not to attempt any surgeries for fear of the baby’s safety.

2 nights later, I’m having severe, sharp, persistent upper abdominal pain across my whole abdomen. I waited 4 hours to see if the pain would die down, but it wasn’t and I developed a fever. I knew it was time to go to the ER. In the ER they did another abdomen scan and finally found stones, sludge, and confirmed I had an infection (fever was evidence of it). I was admitted to the hospital and had my gallbladder removed the following morning. They Doppler-ed Liam and his heart was great before and after surgery.

I was able to take time off of work to recover. My incisions were still hurting when I would walk or stand for a while, so I was able to extend my leave for 2 more weeks. At my post-op 2 week checkup, we Doppler-ed Liam again, and his heart was normal. 3 weeks after surgery, we had our 22 week anatomy scan scheduled. It was a late evening, 7pm appointment because of my husband’s schedule. 3 days prior, I had noticed that I hadn’t felt Liam moving. I was hoping it was something sporadic like you read on Google about the 2nd trimester movements. But, in my gut, I knew something was wrong. I just couldn’t think about it. As soon as the tech put the wand on my stomach and the picture came on the screen, I heard nothing and saw no movement. I thought she hadn’t pushed the button for us to hear the heartbeat yet. She immediately asked “how long ago was your last appointment?” and we let her know it had been about 10 days. And then she said, “Well there’s no heartbeat today.” And my world shattered. I laid there on that table and whaled and blamed myself for not coming in sooner. She was very sympathetic and told me there was nothing I did to make this happen. And there was nothing we could have done differently to stop it. We were told to go home and try to sleep, then come into the office first thing to discuss our options. That was the worst night of my life. I couldn’t sleep, haunted by the fact that my body was now the temporary tomb of my baby. To experience life and death within your own body, there are no words to describe how it feels.

The next day, we met with our doctor to discuss our options and he let us know that Liam was measuring at 19 weeks instead of 22. Our first thoughts were, “was he slowly dying for weeks and we didn’t know?” I went in for my induction and my heart was so heavy. I was in shock at what my life was and what my life was going to be from there on. I was fully aware that my dead child was inside of me and he needed to come out. But I was terrified of how labor was going to go. I hadn’t read up on it yet, I was waiting to do that until the time got closer. But I was too late. I didn’t have any postpartum padsicles or postpartum sprays yet, I was waiting to buy those until the time got closer, but I was too late. After 12 hours, I delivered Liam.

Our doctor was very quick to want to get to the bottom of why he died. Liam had died between 2-4 days prior, just like I suspected. He assured us that a loss this late is not common and is something that shouldn’t be happening. He found that Liam had a velamentous cord insertion (VCI). The cord either got twisted and cut off his oxygen and nutrient supply, or the cord got compressed because it didn’t have the thick Wharton’s jelly coating like it should have had. Looking at the statistics, only 1% of pregnancies have this complication and of those, 1% of VCI pregnancies end in miscarriage or stillbirth. We were the unlucky ones.

I’m not sure if any of my coincidental health problems played a role in my son’s demise, but I need to put my story out there so researchers and providers can look for indications or side effects of all that has happened to me. I hope my story can help at least 1 other pregnancy. I hope my story can save at least 1 life.

Post created by Jordyn Smith. From Payson, UT, United States. On May 27, 2022
If I may ask, a moment of your time. I’ll put my intentions first, then provide the why and drive if that’s ok.

I want to enact change.

Every hospital in the the state of Arkansas, if not in our country, should have a mandated requirement for bereavement support specialist be a part of what’s considered full and adequate staff.
Also, individual staff with direct patient access be required to participate in classes up through completion of the minimum policy recommendations that includes the recommended support and Clinical counseling classes.

Authentic Empathy and compassion might not be able to be instilled into The staff in its entirety but it can be taught and implemented in the care of patients. It is an Attainable goal, one that should already be in place but sadly is not.

Our story is a hard read but it’s not that long. If you would, Please, I ask you to read it. Well for no better reason than because our baby deserves to be spoken for.

I’m Heather. I’m originally from Booneville Arkansas. I am the oldest of 7 and the only girl. I’ve seen my fair share of broken, beaten and long lost. However I’ve survived, overcome and have given voice to those that can not or are to afraid to speak for themselves. I may not know politics or rub elbows with the in crowd but I do know right from wrong, up from down and my head from a whole in the ground.

Our Jase Layne

I am deeply saddened to say that I delivered my son, Jase Layne, at 34 weeks; stillborn. September 25, 2021, was the saddest day of my, of our lives, or so I thought.

This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to endure.

The hardest thing my husband has had to endure.

Postpartum depression doesn’t even begin to describe the state of mind I am in constantly. On top of it all, the hospital has lost our son’s remains.

They left us a voicemail to tell us.

Then, On Friday, October 8, 2021, 13 days after my son passed away, hospital personnel gave us ac h n unmarked box of cremains; in a container that was not sealed. There was no Id coin attached to the bag of less than 2ml of cremains, nor was the plastic transport urn accompanied by a Cremation certificate.

The hospital was steadfast in telling us they didn’t know who cremated our son. Since the exchange of the unidentified cremains, the hospital has even blocked my phone number from calling any of the numbers associated with their hospital, including my ob-gyn. There was an extensive effort that had gone into ensuring that I survived. I am, was in contact with my OB regularly to ensure my health remained stable after the unauthorized blood transfusions they gave me until then.

We were not made aware of any of the many options for after-death care of our son apart from the three given to us by the hospital staff.

Our family could have provided Jase Layne with so much more respect than the hospital has. There were so many options we could have explored had we known to avoid such uncivilized treatment and such torturous mental effects it has had on me and my husband, all at our son’s expense and at a time like this in our life.

I may never recover from this.

We may never recover from this.

We may never get to lay our son to rest in a way we need to for him and us.

I’m already a passe program member; I have Mental Health issues, this has broken me. Inside and out.

How do you wake up from a nightmare when you are not asleep?

No one will help us. No one has any idea what needs to be done. I followed all the recommendations and suggestions given to me.

I suffered immensely.

For hours I laid In a triage bed, writhing in pain, bleeding out internally. It was hours before they even gave me medication of any kind to attempt pain control. I would pass out and regain consciousness, feeling like I was burning from the inside out. I was forced to endure the pain of a medically induced labor and the Manual Excavation (removal Of blood clots) without an epidural, up until I refused to let the doctor touch me.

It was so…

I couldn’t take it any longer, I guess. It was like I had been tortured endlessly for what seemed like an eternity. So, that’s when they took me to an operating room and finally sedated me. They sedated me and finished the removal of my placenta, and pleased a balloon inside me to help. I was given more than nine units of blood via blood transfusions, including type b blood; I am A positive.

I currently cope with having to have endured so much pain by telling myself, “I took such unimaginable pain so that my son didn’t have to. “

But that is not true.

Our son had already passed away that morning before 10 am, and he was not delivered until 11:15 pm.

Jase was held, by his dad or me, for days without being put on ice or the mention of such being or needing to be done. We were not told of the stages his body would go through during this time. We were not informed of additional options for memorial services outside of the three choices we were given. There wasn’t someone to tell us in our prominent stage of shock that we could bathe our baby and dress him or to have him leave with us for a home funeral or many many additional options we have learned of after it is now too late to facilitate.

And to be, to be told he is lost or had been disposed of, or been treated with such disregard and us left not knowing what has happened to him if this is his remains…

This is just unheard of and unjust, to say the very, very, very least.

Please help us fight for our Jase Layne and future families to ensure this never happens again.

Heather and Stephen Shatzer

I share our story with you for several reasons. The traumatic effects of the first photo on the USB drive the nurse handed my husband. They were supposed to take pictures of our baby they had taken. They were. Even after holding onto his lifeless body every second I could in the hospital, I was unprepared for what I saw when we got home and ready to look at the photos. I wanted to see my baby boy’s face. I wanted to explore it and engrave it into my memory. That, sadly, isn’t what happened.

I can give you proof for or proof of lack there of, anything you may be unclear of pertaining to me and my son and that should give anyone just enough healthy curiosity to at least ask for something, before they leave me to my own accord, fighting this fight. Because this fight, it is the right thing to do.

Post created by Heather Jo Shatzer. From Sherwood, United States. On February 15, 2022
This Kind of Grief

I recently read two articles on grief that showed up as I scrolled news headlines. Very good reads, but they fall short because they don’t address the unique grief that comes with the loss of a child, particularly the loss of your unborn child who you never got to see alive on the outside of you.

It’s not just a loss that leaves a void filled with memories. With miscarriage and stillborn death, you have no memories of your child. You can’t remember what they looked like. We never even heard his heartbeat although I saw him moving on two separate ultrasounds. On the second one, I could see his little heart fluttering and he measured just one week earlier than he measured when he died. It was during week 17 that I thought maybe I was starting to feel flutters, but now I know he had already been gone for 3-4 weeks at that point. This was just two weeks ago, but for the rest of my life, I will know my womb was his tomb for a month and I had no idea.

This type of death even took away our right to know when it happened or why it happened. Death came silently – but in the night or in the day? We will never know. Where was I when it came? Was I watching our girls opening their Christmas presents? Was I laughing or was I complaining about something trivial? Was I worrying about what we would name him? Was I mad at my husband or yelling at the kids? Was I talking about him? Was I praying?

This type of death steals all your hopes for their future. It is a robbery of what might have been. A forced sort of reverse amnesia of a lifetime of memories that never had a chance. It’s like a bird swooping down to steal your only French fry from your hand or the wind snatching away your balloon, but then it’s nothing at all like either of those because your baby wasn’t a slice of fried potato or a crinkly balloon on a string. But you’re left staring at your empty hand or at the sky where the balloon you just held is getting smaller and smaller and smaller and you have to accept your helplessness. There’s no getting it back. The wind came and took it away.

It’s a constant wondering what they would have looked like or become. How would they have laughed? What color would their eyes have been? Your mind has nothing but a blank canvas and your imagination constantly feels inadequate for the task. Your only experience with them was knowing they existed inside of you and following their development on an app that compared their size to fruit. The app last told me my baby was the size of an orange. But, he was not a round, orange ball when I held his lifeless, precious body on that blanket. And all that is left on that blanket now is a stain shaped like a hash-brown from McDonald’s.

I see him in our daughters now and in my husband, too. I see him in the stroller that just passed me in the grocery store and in the cute baby video that popped up on my screen uninvited. I see him running naked through the house after his bath and then getting scooped up giggling as Daddy growls on his round little tummy. I see him mad at his sister for taking his cookie and I feel him asleep on my chest. I see him snuggled under blankets between his sisters on the couch and working in the garage with Daddy. I see him walking to his kindergarten classroom all by himself and then walking across the stage at his college graduation. I hear him saying, “Mom, relax….” and then hugging me so hard he picks me up off my feet because he’s taller than me now. And then, I close the book and remember these aren’t memories. They were dreams.

Post created by Christen Foster. From Springfield, United States. On February 2, 2022
I had a baby and her name was mine. I held her close until the end of time. I had a baby, yes, I had a baby. I had a baby and her name was mine.

I had a baby and her names was mine. My body killed hers before the start of her time. I killed my baby, yes, I killed my baby. I killed a my baby and her name was mine.

I had a baby and I want her still. She’s gone forever yet she’s with me still. I want to know her and hold and love her. I had a baby and her name was mine.

Post created by Lynnie. From Orlando , USA. On January 28, 2022
I had a baby and her name was mine. I held her close until the end of time. I had a baby, yes, I had a baby. I had a baby and her name was mine.

I had a baby and her names was mine. My body killed hers before the start of her time. I killed my baby, yes, I killed my baby. I killed a my baby and her name was mine.

I had a baby and I want her still. She’s gone forever yet she’s with me still. I want to know her and hold and love her. I had a baby and her name was mine.

Post created by Lynnie. From Orlando , USA. On January 28, 2022
I had a baby and her name was mine. I held her close until the end of time. I had a baby, yes, I had a baby. I had a baby and her name was mine.

I had a baby and her names was mine. My body killed hers before the start of her time. I killed my baby, yes, I killed my baby. I killed a my baby and her name was mine.

I had a baby and I want her still. She’s gone forever yet she’s with me still. I want to know her and hold and love her. I had a baby and her name was mine.

Post created by Lynnie. From Orlando , USA. On January 28, 2022
It’s been two weeks and not even a single day goes by wherein I’ve not imagined being in the same room with you. You have broken me from inside and I kept asking myself the same question every time of why this happened to us !!

I don’t know how to undo the sight of seeing you… wherever I see, I see you!! Everyone around me says you’ve to get over it, it was not meant to be!! I don’t know how to convince myself

Post created by Trisha. From Montréal , Canada. On December 18, 2021
Not a day goes by I don’t think of you and what you would’ve been if you where here. I love you my perfect daughter. Always I will Love you. Arianna Jae Harvey 12.11 2020
Happy Birthday
Post created by Adrianna Harvey. From District Heights, United States. On December 12, 2021
When I got pregnant I was doing some things that was not good for my health. The day I found out I was pregnant was the day I put everything down. I quit everything for my baby. I have three beautiful daughters. However we wanted a son so bad. They had to do a antibody test to find out the gender because they couldn’t get him to show when I got the ultrasound so they called me with the results. I screamed with Joy when she told me that he was a boy. I carried him 37 weeks to find out there was a knot in the cord and it cut his oxygen off when he went into the birth canal. I named him hiryo because he saved my life. I just wish I could have saved his.
Post created by Lillian Faith King. From CORBIN, KY. On November 14, 2021
todo comenzo un 22 de marzo de 2021 , me entere que estaba embarazada por un eco transvaginal que me realizaria para ponerme un DIU . Pero resulta que oh sorpresa ya habia un habitante de aproximandamente 4 semanas de vida . Yo me sorprendi porque dije como es posible que con nueve años de cuidado con anticonceptivos . porque tengo dos hermosos hijos de 11 y 9 años .
Comenzamos este bonito recorrido junto con toda mi familia , estabamos muy ilusionados con la llegada DEMIR , AL MENOS YO CONTABA SEMANA A SEMANA . Luego como avanzo le tiempo tambien aparecio mi hipertension arterial , tome muchas pastillas , vitaminas , deje de un lado la comida chatarra , comenze a cuidarme por DEMIR , pero igual llegamos a la semana 28 mi doctora , me realizaba muchos examenes para controlarme la proteina en la orina , Pero Gracias a Dios todo iva bien , pero un 10 de septiembre de 2021 , fui a realizarme una consulta de lo mas normal , examenes , screennig . Pero mi BEBE HABIA DEJADO DE EXISTIR , ESCUCHAR LA FRASE SU BEBE ESTA SIN LATIDOS . fue lo mas horrible que pase en esa mañana . Pero se que esta en un lugar mejor . Quizas no puse mucho asunto desde un dia antes , pero igual me siento culpable .
Post created by PRISCILLA MORALES ALVARADO. From guayaquil , ECUADOR. On October 13, 2021