By DANIEL HOWES
I’ll never forget July 5th, 2012. My wife, Michelle, was 35 weeks pregnant with our first child and we were both excited about what the coming weeks would hold. Suddenly, she began experiencing irregular contraction-like pains. As we drove to the hospital we wondered if the baby was going to arrive early. Michelle had been for a few scans so she thought something was wrong, but I had no idea what was coming until a few minutes later when the doctor told me: “I’m really sorry, I can’t find a heartbeat”. With that, our lives were inexplicably changed.
It’s difficult to adequately express the emotions that followed. Shock, disbelief, fear, emptiness and pain; plenty of pain, but perhaps more than anything else we felt a desperate helplessness. We couldn’t help but think that stillbirth shouldn’t be still be happening in 2012, not to us, not to our baby.
After the most sleepless night of my life, we were encouraged to induce a natural labour, to name our baby, spend time with him/her, to take photos and so on. At first I recoiled at the thought of doing these things but as the day wore on, it made more and more sense to me – this was our child after all. And so after the rigours of labour, our beautiful baby girl, Tricia Hope was born sleeping just after 5:30pm. She was perfectly formed and incredibly cute. We hugged her, kissed her and told her we loved her, but despite our despairing, she still had no heartbeat.