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Elizabeth’s Story: Part 5

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I arrived home to a house full of family. I had so much to do. I didn’t want Callie to go to the hospital Morge. I called a close friend of ours that was a funeral director. He was there in less than an hour to get her. I went to bed that night lost in my thoughts.

Sunday came, the day of her viewing. We had to meet the funeral director that morning at the cemetery to see where she was going to be buried. I was nervous about seeing her. Eddie told us to go to the funeral home and see what she looks like, and that it would make me feel better. When we arrived there, it was a weird feeling. I wanted to see her but I also wanted to remember her as I knew her. When I walked in the room, there was a tiny casket, with what looked like a baby doll sleeping in it. She was absolutely beautiful. Nothing like I imagined her to look like. I really do not know what I was expecting, but it was total opposite. I bought her a necklace with a cross, and her own Bible with her name on it. The dress that she wore was a baby doll dress that I found at a doll shop,it fit her perfectly. It was a white gown that hung past her feet, with pink bows, and a white bonnet. She looked like an angel. Eddie was right, it made me feel much better. We had the viewing. I was shocked at how many people showed up. My dad said that he counted over 300 people that came.

After the viewing was over, I new that this was the last time I would see Callie. Everyone left the room,but me and Matthew and my little sister Emily. Emily was 10 years old. She just stared at Callie. I didn’t say anything to her. My mom came in shortly after and took her out to the car. I didn’t want to leave Callie. I kissed her tiny head, and told her that I loved her very much, and I would see her again soon. Matthew helped me leave, because I didn’t want to on my own. I watched the funeral director close her casket, and start to turn the lights out. My mom told me that Emily didn’t want to leave her either, and that she cried the whole way home. I went home dreading the next day.

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Afton Mower About Afton Mower

After Mower (UT) lost her firstborn son at 21 weeks.  Her daughter was born a year and a half later at 27 weeks.  The NICU was overwhelming and isolating and it was through those two experiences she was led to found this social hub for parents to find the support they needed. Afton also gave birth to another daughter, born two days overdue after four months of strict bedrest. She believes it is a tender experience to hold a special baby in your arms when his spirit returns to his heavenly home, a miracle to watch tiny babies survive the risks of prematurity and a blessing to hold a healthy full-term baby after months of difficulty and sacrifices.

Comments

  1. I am so sorry for your loss. The casket with the daisies looks beautiful. It is so hard to lose a child.

  2. omg this story made me cry so hard. we are prayin for this family. i had my baby at 28 weeks and i know how scary it is. we feel so lucky our baby went home healthy. thank you for all the info your site provides.

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