Only in the second instance did I have the presence of mind to ask for the remains so I could bury them--- and the nurse shot me a look of disgust and said "Absolutely not". I didn't have the emotional strength to argue: I was dazed with pain.
I thought of that just recently when I found a songbird killed by a car in the street in front of my house. I wrapped it and its scattered feathers in a paper napkin and buried it in my garden. Even a bird I would bury with a measure of respect. Surely my child.
God Bless you.
I lost three babies before birth, and the grief was more agonizing than my father’s suicide, because a mother is supposed to be able to protect her babies, and I couldn’t.
Two of them are buried with my father, where I will lie down some day. Sometimes I wish I could swim through the earth to them - but they are not there - they are at heaven’s feast.
I lost my first little boy at 15 weeks. I was at home at the time. The Catholic funeral home came and picked up his little body, took it to the local Catholic hospital until he was buried at the Catholic cemetery along with other miscarried children. Both the funeral home and the cemetery had services for him. And all at no cost to us. I have since encouraged anyone who has to have a d&c to have it done at a Catholic hospital because they do respect the baby’s remains.
We lost our last one at 16w6d in Jan 2010. I was making breakfast when my water broke. It was awful, devastating. Would’ve been our 10th child, I am thankful my youngest was happy to still be “the baby”.