Sorry, trying to type super early on a phone and respond carefully to a difficult questions!
Growing up - I knew there was a baby who was born but couldn’t survive outside the womb/went to heaven or whatever description used for a child to understand.
Is/was my sister real to me? Well, yes, but not as my brother is. We weren’t made to feel that we had lost someone and were grieving. If the birth order had been different or a child lived for a time I think that’s different. Yes she’s real, I know her story of being born (I asked my Dad when I was about thirty, the story is age appropriate for an adult, the descriptions I had before we more than enough for a child). My grandmother’s faith was important to her, she lost a baby too in the middle of all of her many children, she once said “remember you can pray and the babies in heaven with x,y,z are there and can help you”. So yes she’s real, in the sense that my parents who I know from that age in photos and stories and whose lives and souls I know inside out, went through this before we were born.
Growing up, yes that’s exactly it. I knew they had a baby before me, a sister, who couldn’t live and I just accepted it. I don’t recall being told, it just always was. I did just accept it. I wasn’t made to feel I lost anything and to be sad or grieve. I think that’s important. The simple explanation is enough for a child.
If you asked either of my parents how many children they have at any point after I was born, they would say one, after my brother, two. That’s still the case now. I think I prefer that. If it was constantly we have more but one is missing I think that would be hard at various points in life when maybe I or my brother were struggling with whether we were good enough and our own lives, as everyone does. Instead it’s as if the child they lost is a baby, a child they lost. Then they had us, their children.
I’m sure my parents thought about this more after we were born but honestly I think having us feel the absence would have been confusing to our own identities.
I think it’s really only something you can feel when it happens. I can speak for how I feel and how our family feels, my identity within that family as absolutely enough, a treasure and the beautiful eldest daughter who is and was treasured by them both, plus my sibling, the beautiful younger baby one ;now a parent and adult!) who we also treasure deeply.
Does the day mean anything to me? Well as my parents daughter, I think of what they went through. They were very young, younger than me now of course. As an adult I can think “oh god, that’s so sad and painful for them”. However I also know everything that came after, so I know they had and have their joy. I guess I think of what they went through through the view of knowing that it was going to be ok, when of course at the time, they were so distressed and didn’t yet know this.
I know my sister’s name. I think it is very possible for there to be two parallels. Yes they went through this but they also then had us. Anything else messes with my head a little to be honest and upsets me! I guess that’s because the idea of being a rainbow baby rather than everything I’ve ever known shakes my world a bit! Times are different though, whatever psychology terms we use come and go, but from seeing, knowing and feeling these deep experiences of my parents, my grandmother and now my own and that of friends, I really believe that the emotions are universal and timeless.
My aunt lost a child, died in childbirth and was avoidable, between my cousins. I was little but I remember. I asked her again about having a child after a year later when I was an adult and going through my own things. She said that she did réalisé and think of the fact that if that hadnt happened she would have the child after, who is now an adult and losing her would be unimaginable. My aunt said “really, you want both”.
I’ve thought occasionally what it would be like to have a sister, but then I’ve thought what it would be like to have two brothers. My first reaction here is to instinctively jump to hold my brother. I freaking adore that cutie pain in my ass wonderful angel of a man. We are and we’re two and everything we had together as it was, no changes I would ever want, is one of the greatest and lengthiest joys and blessing of my life.
When my parents go will my sister’s memory go with them? No absolutely not. No! As much as she exists now she will always exist. She is real and part of the story of their lives. I may probably think ok they are with her again now. Oh that makes me sad! It’s a moving thought! That would be consoling thought and actually, I really do hope they do get to hold her again.
Are we all crying by now? Oh dear. Even me.
It’s for my parents that it gets me, the thought of knowing what they went through and lost.
Goodness me. For me, I lost, in a different way to a stillbirth (not a miscarriage-let’s just go straight past my experiences please here), but that primal maternal soul ripped out feeling as children go from you way. I have never known anything so intense. I know that the children I hope I will have and now desperately dream of will come from that story and are everything to me. It’s healing almost, to think and feel that way, and it’s not a choice.
I think that possible sums it up for me and my experience with my parents. Yes they went though an incredibly sad loss, that and the child they lost at part of all our stories and she always will be. When they then had us, their children who would grow and go through all the normal things as life, this was healing. It’s acceptance and seeing that yes, sad things happen, we hold on to treasure of knowing there is a little spirit somewhere and we are blessed that this story and that part of the story lead to our family.
Phew. Well that’s a lot of tears for this time in the morning!
I think the important thing is that any part of your story is shared with all others you connect with and is never lost. I think also that with time and more beautiful souls coming into your life, there is peace and healing.
I hope for me too! It’s day by day huh, every day of life.
Much love