Stillbirth still happens

Stillbirth still happens. And it actually happens a lot.

Why didn’t I know this? Why didn’t I know that this didn’t end in the Victorian era? Why didn’t I know that some babies don’t make it, even in the third trimester? Why didn’t I know that it could happen to me? Maybe I did know, but I had blocked this knowledge out, as it was just too horrific to consider. Maybe I knew, but thought that it only happened to people who had high risk factors.

But maybe I didn’t really know because no one talks about it.

To the outside world, I am a fairly regular person: married, house, good job, healthy. But I am also a tragic statistic. My beautiful daughter Orla was born asleep at 37+2 weeks and I have entered the world of knowing first hand that full term stillbirth exists. I am in the club that no one wants to be in.

In 2015, I survived a ruptured ectopic pregnancy. After 48 hours of agony, confusion (I didn’t know I was pregnant), bleeding and emergency surgery, I was back at home, minus one fallopian tube, trying to make sense of what had just happened. I was that statistic – the 1 in 80-90 pregnancies that doesn’t quite make it to where it should be. The surgeon was reassuring; yes, my risk of a repeat ectopic had increased and yes, my fertility had reduced, but I was informed that many people go on to conceive again fairly quickly and I would have early scans in all future pregnancies to try to prevent the risk of a rupture again. And that was that. Dissolvable stitches, wait at least one month before trying again and no need for a follow up.

Just four months later, we were overjoyed to find out that I was pregnant again. Early scans were undertaken and everything was where it should be. Then came the fear that every expectant mother has – the fear of a potential miscarriage. But the 12-week scan came and reassuringly all was well and the relief of being out of the ‘danger zone’ meant that we were able to share our happy news. From then on, everything was perfect – the 20-week scan showed that our longed for baby was developing well and by 30 weeks we began to feel that we were on the home straight. Obviously we knew that it wouldn’t be ideal if our baby arrived 10 weeks early, but we felt hopeful that everything was going to be okay. Our 36-week scan again showed our baby developing everything within the normal range and then we were on the countdown to meeting him or her.

But just five days later, we were told the devastating news that our baby had died.

It is almost impossible to put into words how completely and utterly devastating it is to look at the ultrasound monitor and see no movement where there should be. Where there was movement and a heartbeat five days before. To hear the words “I’m so sorry”. This is not covered in the pregnancy apps or in the NCT sessions. It wasn’t in any of the books I had read. I did not know that almost half of all stillbirths occur in healthy, low risk mothers and babies. I did not know that this could happen to someone like me.

A friend said to me a few months ago that I was a model pregnant woman; I had done everything I should have – I’d given up alcohol before conceiving, taken supplements, attended three yoga classes a week, ate the right foods, avoided the wrong foods, attended a hypnobirthing course and practiced regularly. I had experienced a smooth and wonderful pregnancy. But I was suddenly that 1 in 200.

I think I must have had an abstract idea that not all babies come home from hospital; that many are born unwell or become sick soon after birth. But my mind had never allowed me to register that sometimes babies that are full term, babies that have nothing at all wrong with them, can die before they have even taken their first breath. And that for over half of these babies, no cause of death will be found.

Once you are delivered that heartbreaking and life altering blow, your brain has to compute that you will need to give birth to your baby, knowing the devastating silence that you will be faced with. People often joke that ‘birth plans never go to plan’ but my carefully worded ‘birth preferences’ document had not even considered this possibility. I was told that a natural birth was my only option and that I would be offered every type of pain relief to make it as comfortable as possible. I refused it all initially – I wanted to use the strategies that I had practiced so hard and I wanted to retain some of the hopes I’d had of a natural, drug free hypnobirth. Not only that, but the physical pain helped me to feel real and not completely detached and out of control. There was also an element of self-punishment, a sense that I deserved to feel pain as I had let my baby and everyone around me down. I deserved to suffer.

After 24 hours, exhaustion took hold and I relented and had every drug on offer. The calm of the epidural meant that we were able to grab some sleep and four hours later, I was told that I could start to push. I have reflected on this moment over and over again; there was a palpable shift in atmosphere as if we were suddenly faced with the reality and gravity of what awaited us. I didn’t want this to end, as all the while I remained in labour, I could pretend that everything was normal and I could still be pregnant. But life was no longer normal and never would be again.

Orla’s arrival was quiet and peaceful. Everyone shed silent tears. She was handed to me and all I felt was overwhelming and unconditional love and pride for having grown and birthed such a beautiful baby. She was perfect and it was almost impossible to believe that she wasn’t just asleep. We held her, smelt her, stroked her and named her. We took photos, dressed her and informed people of her arrival. And then we had to give her back and leave the hospital empty; empty belly, empty arms, empty soul.

Stillbirth still happens and it is completely and utterly devastating and life changing.  I know that I will never be the same person again and that there will be many unhappy and hard things about this; mainly the heaviness and sadness that I will always carry in my heart at having not been able to bring Orla home. However, I also know that there will be many positives that will grow from Orla’s memory. My heart feels infinitely bigger and I recognise that there are so many things that I should feel grateful for. I know that I have survived the unimaginable and in Orla’s name, I want to break the silence surrounding stillbirth so that one day fewer people will have to suffer. If we don’t talk about these tragedies, there is no motivation from the government to fund much needed research. If we don’t do research then we will continue to have one of the worst rates of stillbirth in the developed world. And that means that 11 families every single day will have to endure the torture of losing their much loved baby too as a result of stillbirth.

This is my pledge to Orla’s memory.


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  • Reply Taryn's mummy June 30, 2016 at 8:26 am

    You write beautifully. You say everything that’s been rolling around my brain for the past 11 weeks just pefectly. Thank you xx

  • Reply Lesley Cole June 30, 2016 at 8:58 am

    I had goosebumps and tears in my eyes reading this. This is all so true and I feel every bit of pain you are describing. Like you say, it is the club nobody wants to be in and sadly there are too many of us. Thanks for sharing

    • Reply dearorla July 1, 2016 at 9:46 am

      Thank you Lesley – I’m just grateful that there are other people in this club who are so supportive. x

  • Reply joemmott June 30, 2016 at 11:13 am

    I was like you, i didn’t know that your baby could die at full term, or I didn’t ever let myself believe it could happen. So much of what you write resonates with me, you could be writing my experiences and thoughts. I talk about it all the time now, I can be bluntly honest sometimes, i don’t want to scare expected mothers but i want people to be aware, to be prepared and to help break that silence and taboo about stillbirth and miscarriages.
    The emptiness when leaving the hospital still says with me. I can still feel Alice in my arms from my last cuddle with her.
    Sending you so much love xxx

    • Reply dearorla July 1, 2016 at 9:52 am

      I completely agree – it isn’t ever about scaring people, but if we don’t talk about it through fear of upsetting people, then we perpetuate the cycle of silence. Luckily, lots of people will have uncomplicated, uneventful pregnancies – but for those people who don’t, it’s just so important that they know that they aren’t alone.
      I think empty is the overriding feeling I’ve had ever since losing Orla – there is the physical emptiness, emotional emptiness, but also the emptiness of who I used to be.
      Much love to you too xx

  • Reply Tola June 30, 2016 at 5:31 pm

    Your strength is unbelievable and your courage amazing I wish and pray nothing but the best

    • Reply dearorla July 1, 2016 at 9:54 am

      Thank you Tola, that’s really kind. One thing I’ve learnt is to accept wholeheartedly all the warm wishes and hope that is on offer from others 🙂 x

  • Reply Michelle H. June 30, 2016 at 9:04 pm

    Michelle, I am so proud of your blog and all the many women and families that will benefit from you open and honest expression. I hope all your plans are falling in to place and I look forward to following yours and Andy’s progress.
    Here for you always xxx

    • Reply dearorla July 1, 2016 at 9:58 am

      I am so so happy that you have found my blog Michelle 🙂 I have been thinking about you a lot this week and was planning on sending you a link to here. Have our hospital appointment today so I’ll send you a message after that.
      Much love xxx

  • Reply KaboodleMum July 1, 2016 at 10:40 pm

    I saw this post retweeted on my Twitter feed and read it on selfish mother. I had to seek you out because I just have to say that this post is so beautiful, and you’re so incredibly brave to share your story.
    I feel like beautiful is the wrong word to describe it, because the subject is such a hard thing to talk about but you wrote so well and so honestly that I did feel it was beautiful. I’m am so sorry for your loss, it’s not something that I can even fathom but stillbirth is something that I feared a lot while I was pregnant and my mum suffered a still birth.
    Although I have not been personally affected by still birth, I want to thank you, I’m sure there are many women out there who have been through a still birth who will find this post and feel less alone. I can’t think of a better way, or more rewarding outcome, if you can find other women who’re on the same road to recovery and befriend one another, helping each other along the way. I take my hat off to you for your bravery xxx

  • Reply Gemma August 9, 2016 at 5:44 pm

    Michelle, I stumbled upon your blog by chance and I echo every sentiment – I am totally aligned in my thinking and feelings. I lost my first daughter in 2014. You are a fantastic mummy to Orla and I couldn’t think of a more beautiful way to mark her life than by raising awareness.
    I have to say this particular post has really struck a cord with me and I hope you don’t mind me asking you about it. I had a very similar pregnancy to yours, in that I was low risk. My daughters death was sudden with no warning signs or reduction of movement. I was overdue but a midwife appointment that day was good and her heart rate was picked up with no cause for concern on a handheld Doppler – She passed away a few hours later. Like yours, our PM was completely inconclusive, but having not had a scan past 32 weeks I often wondered if a scan later on would have prevented her death. I always thought it would, which is why I was drawn to the fact you had a scan only days before losing Orla. I wondered if your placental blood flow was checked at that appointment? I know most ‘unexplained’ stillbirths are a failure in some way or placenta and this can be foreseen by monitoring its resistance throughout pregnancy. As you can probably tell, I will always have that niggle and although there is some level of acceptance I always find myself going back and exploring the possibilities, that will never go away. I want to end this on a positive note though and also give you hope. After losing Jemima I had absolutely no faith in my body whatsoever and when I found out I was pregnant again 6 months after losing her I was terrified it would happen again. I was looked after very carefully this time with monthly then bi-monthly growth scans and placental blood flow checks and in last few weeks, daily CTGs. I was also induced at 37 weeks exactly and I am now cradling my very healthy and happy 8 month old second daughter. I never believed I would have a living child after the loss of my first but my body didn’t let me down and I have renewed faith in it. I know you will be blessed as I have been too. Never give up and never lose faith in yourself. You are a mum to Orla always but you will also be a mum to a living child one day too. Your loss is still so new, I am in ore of your strength already, it is so inspiring. Big hugs and wishes for more gentle days ahead X

  • Reply lifeafterjazmine January 7, 2017 at 8:10 am

    Your story fills my eyes. I feel I can relate to some of your story. Stay strong always x

  • Reply journeyformybaby May 3, 2017 at 5:01 pm

    I’m so sorry for your loss. Such a devastating experience.

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