A Father's Tears
This patient who in the recent past has affected my life most profoundly never actually took a breath on this planet.
I received his mother, AA, to a room on our floor shortly after midnight one night. She had presented to ER at 15+ weeks gestation with ruptured membranes and intermittent vaginal bleeding; the OB staff suspected chorioamnionitis as the culprit. Rather than risk the infection becoming overwhelming, the decision was made to do a dilatation and evacuation later on in the morning. She was accompanied by her mother and father; her baby's father was at home.
I settled AA into her room, showed her how to use the call bell, and let her and her parents know that I was there if she needed anything. Her assessment was within what I would have expected for an early second-trimester rupture of membranes. She had received 1000mcg of Cytotec in the Emergency Department and had received 2mg of Morphine IV for pain prior to arrival on the floor. She was not in any pain and I was hoping she would be able to sleep a little before going to the OR for her procedure, as this was her first pregnancy.
About 20 minutes later, AA's father came rushing out of the room and asking someone to go to the room immediately; the only words he could get out were "the baby". I knew instantly what was happening. I got her into bed (she had gotten up to void), called for help, and could see her baby's tiny legs hanging from her vagina. We got the OB resident to the room and she delivered the baby. Five minutes later, the placenta was delivered as well.
Throughout the entire situation AA was amazingly calm. I talked to her as soothingly as I could and reassured her that she would be taken care of. The OB resident was very professional and reassuring to the mother, and I had great colleagues who helped me more than I can articulate.
After the delivery, I asked AA if she wanted to see her baby, and she said that she did. AA's mother did not want to see the baby, nor did she want her daughter to. When things calmed down, we talked about this some more. AA's mother asked me if the baby was well-formed, and I said that he (she delivered a little boy) was, albeit he was very tiny and his eyelids were still fused. She continued to be adamant that no one should see the baby.
This opened up an opportunity for us to talk about the grief process. I made it clear that we would not force anyone to do anything, but that often, families experiencing a fetal loss are greatly helped by seeing the baby that they have loved and cherished. Having something concrete to grieve so often helps them incorporate that soul into their lives in a meaningful way. I think, though, that more than anything, this lady was afraid that the baby was grossly malformed and did not want to see that. I think this because once we talked about how he looked, she seemed more comfortable with the idea of her daughter seeing the baby, though she herself still did not want to. That was okay by me, as long as AA got to see the child she had tried to four years to conceive.
I weighed, measured, and took pictures and footprints of this baby for her, and told her that whenever she was ready, I would bring him to her. She was ready right then; I got the baby and before handing him to her, described him once more so she knew what to expect. She cradled her son and touched him, and her eyes welled up with tears. I could tell she wanted to be alone with him. I left the room and allowed them their time and space to say goodbye. I felt very privileged to be able to give that to her.
What I will remember most, however, is this baby's father. He came after AA's parents had gone home, and after AA was finished holding her baby. I was in the room going over some paperwork stuff with them, and it hit me: I need to offer him the opportunity to see his baby if he wants. To the surprise of both of us, he said yes without a second's hesitation. I gave him the choice of bringing the baby to the room, or having him come with me to where the baby was. He wanted to come with me. I'm not sure why, but I guess it doesn't really matter.
I took him into the room where his son lay wrapped in a tiny blanket, and let him know it was ok to open the blanket and touch the baby. Almost immediately, this strong, macho, man's-man burst into tears. He asked me to leave; I was happy to, and told him to please take as long as he needed. I stood far enough outside the room to be available but not intrusive. I heard the sound of his weeping in the hallway and it was one of the most heartbreaking sounds I have ever heard. Tears began to roll down my cheeks in front of God and everybody, and there was not a thing I could do to stop it. I didn't really want to anyway.
Shortly thereafter, the baby's father came out and allowed as how he was finished saying goodbye. I walked him back to AA's room so they could be alone together and went to prepare the baby to be taken down to pathology. If I live to be a hundred, I don't think I will ever forget what I saw when I walked back into that room. Beside the body of this beautiful tiny boy were wet marks from the tears that his father had cried.
Daddies lose babies too, and I am forever grateful to the baby that taught me that.Last edit by Joe V on Apr 30, '12
About Elvish, BSN, RN
Elvish has 'a few' year(s) of experience and specializes in 'Community, OB, Nursery'. From '221B'; 37 Years Old; Joined Nov '06; Posts: 20,516; Likes: 22,957.Aug 11, '08 by Silverdragon102, RN AdminSometimes we forget the fathers and concentrate of the mother's. This certainly gives a great reminderAug 11, '08 by sirI, MSN, APRN, NP AdminExceptionally moving story, Elvish. How touching.
Thank you for sharing...Aug 11, '08 by VivaLasViejas, ASN, RN GuideWhat a heart-rending, tender story, and so beautifully told.
Thank you, Elvish, for reminding us that men also suffer when a dreamed-of pregnancy ends in tragedy.Aug 11, '08 by Euskadi1946Elvish this is such a beautiful story. Thank you so much for sharing.Aug 11, '08 by kburns0016Wow Elvish...as a woman who has suffered a fetal loss ( not with current husband but many years ago) honestly I never thought about HIS loss as I was told the physical abuse he did to me was the reason I lost the child in the first place... but thank you for writing this. My ultimate goal is L&D ,so I may, many times in my career need to address the needs of a father grieving this type of loss, without reading this I would not have been able to see them through a truly open set of eyes.....your story help clear a prejudice I did not even realize I had, I can totally see I would have been only focused on the mother but I would never have deliberately shut a father out of the greiving process , I simply would not have thouht to include him but now I will be more proactive to offer what ever little assistance I can I am certain of that.
Thank you for your story.. it truly touched my heart!Aug 11, '08 by donsterRN, BSN, RNElvish, you portrayed this loss and anguish so vividly and with such personal and raw emotion. I had forgotten the truth that daddies suffer, too. Thank you so much for this beautifully told reminder.Aug 11, '08 by NotReady4PrimeTime, RN Senior ModeratorThis story reminded me of the days following our son's strokes when his daddy couldn't bear to sit at the bedside for more than a few minutes at a time. And it brings back the darkest part of the night when my DH woke me with his sobs. I had never seen him like that before, and I've never seen him like it since but it's something I'll never forget.Aug 12, '08 by nightmareThat is just so moving.I have tears running down my cheeks at that story.Aug 13, '08 by rn/writerThank you so much for sharing this. But, thank you even more for being there for this family in a way that I'm sure they will always remember. You couldn't restore what they'd lost, but your sensitive and thoughtful assistance at such a pivotal moment kept them from losing even more. You helped them redeem the little that was salvageable from a terribly sad situation. And you helped a man become forever a daddy.
Thank you on their behalf.Aug 13, '08 by Brian, ADNWhat a wonderful story, thanks so much for sharing this with us all. It brought tears to my eyes. Thanks for being such a wonderful supportive nurse to this family as well!
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