Rachel Whalen is one of those moms that we tend to tiptoe around when we discover that their baby has tragically passed away. This rare, incredible soul is speaking up about a topic that most of us are uncomfortable with, but it’s a lesson in compassion that we should all be aware of.
What initially helped Rachel through her ordeal wasn’t all the the hugs and kisses from close family and friends. Instead, it was the experiential moments she encountered at the hospital, right after her baby girl, Dorothy, was stillborn. She’s now sharing her story about the angelic guides who provided her with hope in the aftermath of what was quite literally her very darkest hour.
Condolences aren’t what really eases the pain in a heartbreaking situation like this. Only the passage of time and a network of loving support can help do that. Rachel’s network included the nurses at the hospital who treated her with their own special brand of TLC. All the little things they did magically added up to more than the sum of its parts! In a letter that she wrote to her guardian angels on the Facebook page, An Unexpected Family Outing, Rachel said:
“To the nurses, Thank you for saving me. Your skills and your knowledge saved me from following my daughter into death, but it was your compassion that guided me back towards life. The humanity you demonstrated is what brought me back into life; you made it possible to think about living after death. For this, I owe you my love and deepest gratitude.
Thank you to the nurses who always made sure my husband had enough pillows when he had to stay in my hospital room. And thank you to the nurses who let him sneak popsicles from the freezer. You recognized that this was an experience for him and that he also needed your care.”
Sometimes it might be easy to forget that although dad wasn’t carrying the baby, he is suffering just as much as mom is. Saving a life isn’t always about keeping the physical body alive. The doctors brilliantly did their part in bringing Rachel back from the brink of crossing over, but it was the nurses who were crucial in saving both mom and dad’s lives that day.
The nurses at the hospital were her guides and escorts, literally taking her to to exactly where she needed to be so that her own life could be saved.
“Thank you to the nurse who came with me when they rushed me to the ICU from Labor & Delivery. Thank you for being my advocate when I couldn’t speak up because I was too busy fighting for my life. I’m not sure I would have lived to see my daughter if you hadn’t been there.
Thank you to the nurse who taught me how to fill my bra with ice packs when I needed to suppress my milk after my daughter was stillborn. I also want to thank you for holding me as I wept at the burden I could not release. Your embrace did nothing to lighten the heaviness in my breasts, but you brought a glimmer of light into my very dark world.
Thank you to the nurse in the ICU who came in to clean me up after my daughter died. Thank you for taking the time to help me wash my face and brush my hair. I can still sense how it felt to have you smooth my hair back into a ponytail, it was a touch that wasn’t a poke or a prod. It was a gesture.”
Self-care during a time when you just want to curl up into a ball and hope that you disappear into a void is one of those things that usually fall by the wayside. But, it’s also one of the most important steps that a person can make in propelling themselves onto the path of healing. The nurse’s kind gesture filled a motherly role at a time and took care of her needs when Rachel was unable to do it for herself.
It might seem like a bad idea to talk about someone’s deceased child, but it was very important to Rachel when one of the nurses acknowledged the little precious being who became an integral part of her soul. It blew her away when the nurse even dared say her name!
“Thank you to the nurse who crouched by my bedside and asked me about Dorothy. Thank you for knowing how important it was for her to be real even though she was gone. I will never forget the way you leaned in, just like we were friends, and asked: ‘Do you want to tell me about her?’
Thank you to the nurse who dressed my baby and took her picture. Thank you for making sure her hat didn’t cover her eyes and that her hands were positioned so gracefully. That picture means the world to us.
Thank you to the nurses who took the time to read my chart before shift change. I want to thank you for learning our names and learning the name of our daughter before you walked into my room. It meant so much to hear our names spoken together. It made us feel like a family.”
All the “I’m sorry’s” in the world won’t help moms like Rachel with what they’ve gone through. Only an honest acknowledgement of that what they’re feeling is real, and allowing them the chance to experience that pain without everyone wanting to immediately make it go away, is what helps them recover.
“Thank you to the nurse who slipped quietly into my room on my first night without Dorothy so that you could hold my hand. Thank you for whispering to me your story about your own child who was born still. Thank you for being the first person to lead me out of the isolation one feels after losing a child. Your presence felt too good to be true. I’m still not convinced I didn’t dream you up just, so I could make it through that first lonely night.
Finally, I want to thank the nurses who saw me through my pregnancy with Dorothy’s little sister. Even after Frances came into the world, you never forgot that someone came before her. You knew that the birth of Frances did not make me a first-time mother. It made me a mother of two.”
Rachel signed the letter, “Gratefully, The One You Brought Back.”