Tuesday at 38 1/2 weeks I went to my routine appointment to check on our little guy but Dr Speak couldn’t find a heartbeat. I was nervous that morning that I hadn’t felt him but I thought oh no worries I‘ll get him checked on today. Wrong. What a crushing blow! What a tough few days it’s been! I’ve cried a lot! Isaac I’ve never seen him cry-ever! This included! But he’s been crushed too. He doesn’t cry (Cannon and I wonder if he has tear ducts 😉) but I know our little guy has 2 parents who love him equally who are equally heartbroken. He’s been my rock though. I’m so thankful for him. Of course I thought the blog was going to start with stories of him bringing home cats or tearing out the fence he promised to leave up because I liked it for pictures (both true) and I realize I like to give him a hard time but the guy deserves some credit this week!!! He’s so strong and he’s been so tender with me. I love him.
There’s so much to say-stories to tell-tender mercies to recognize but I don’t know what I can do...
Tuesday afternoon was when our world flipped on end. Isaac took the boys to the church that evening to play in the gym and I started sewing a little pair of white pants that I had planned on making for his blessing outfit. I know I’m not the first one to experience this but No mom should ever have to make their kids burial clothes!! That’s just my vote! It was awful but also gave me something to do for him as I tried to process never getting to do other things for our Little Guy. Wednesday I made his little tie -and I kept the kids home from school cuz I needed to be with them.
We scheduled the induction for Thursday morning.
My mom came Wednesday night. Honestly I was fine with her not coming but I’m so glad she did-my kids needed her!!!! They’ve taken it pretty hard. Well except Seth he’s oblivious but also this almost two year old tornado/ray of sunshine that brings smiles in between tears. But it’s been good for me to have her here too and Isaac made a really sweet comment about how huge it was to have her come!
Thursday was HORRIBLE! But...I’m not sure it was worse than Tuesday not hearing anything on that Doppler thing or subsequent ultrasound.
Walking into that delivery room-so dang hard. Just somber and gut wrenching. My new favorite song is Gentri’s version of Be Still My Soul! It’s just good for my heart every time I play it—and we’ve played it a LOT
Once there I didn’t have a “pain management plan” I’m usually an epidural gal but I had Seth without. I figured whatever we’ll see what happens compared to my broken heart the physical pain was literally the very least of my concerns. But it was awful. Hours of walking the hall (with a mask on) and the Devil pitocin on board. Epidural not an option because my platelets were too low. “relaxing” was impossible! Hearing a baby cry as we walked the hall—so hard!! Feyntanal was a dream with Seth-was completely useless this time. Just so different. And I was so scared-of everything. Seeing him holding him. Not hearing him. I just wanted it to be different!!!! I had Isaac though, all to myself and so dialed in for me!!! He’s the best! I had a good nurse and I have a great Dr but I still can’t change the fact he died. There was a 50/50 chance we’d know why once I delivered him but we still don’t. They cultured the placenta to see if it would tell them anything. They might know the results but I don’t. Delivery was HELL although I only swore once-pretty good for me- **I do wish I had made it without though** but who wants to go through that for that result? Not me! It was awful and not fast enough and nobody else could do it for me. And maybe I should have had a “plan” but I didn’t.
I wanted to quit.
Anyway then we got our angel little brothers body here.
His skin was too delicate to bathe him it was peeling up in several places. But the nurses put his little brother outfit on. We did it for his brothers. But then later I helped put his burial clothes on, that was hard but also important for me to do. We just put them over the top of his little brother outfit because of his skin but that bulked him up a bit and helped them fit.
I only had that one day to hold him.
It was so hard. I hated all the things that meant his spirit wasn’t really here-just his body-especially that he felt cold.
So thankful for this crew! Got this much needed pic while we were at the hospital.
Oh but I really do need to acknowledge the strength we’ve felt from prayers-I cried so much and so often but every time the Dr or nurse came in I was composed and except for the delivery part I stayed composed until they left!! We had to stay until it had been 6 hours after delivery to make sure I was stable but then we got to come home. Thank heaven!
Isaac knows the funeral director out in Milan from doing church funerals. He’s a really nice guy, he gladly signed the paper to release the body to us so we got to bring him home and his brothers at least got to see him.
So hard though
Wednesday Isaac dealt with all the cemetery burial type stuff. I think it was a good focused distraction for him. He found one about 1.5 miles from our house. It’s pretty run down but the guy who used to take care of it is actually a member of the other ward. We will be able to visit his grave often! And we intend to help keep it a little nicer.
We buried him today.
It was so cold-we should’ve had coats but instead we dressed in the would have been blessing day outfits.
Is it bad that I like this pic because Isaac and I both look so broken? It’s true we are!
Isaac said the most beautiful prayer as he dedicated his grave!
Oh wait his name!!! Israel R Ison and we like to call him Riz.
I feel like I have to explain his name -Ha!
So here it goes-
Isaac always wanted a son named Jacob but his oldest brother named his son that. And Isaac loves bible names but not normal simple ones like Mark or Josh or Luke. He likes the ones like Abraham or Ezekiel and such (not really my style) Israel has been brought up before as the its the name change on Jacob but I hated it-sounds like a war in the Middle East to me. But then President Nelson gave that talk in conf about how the Hebrew meaning is to Let God Prevail and we liked that even before we knew what it would mean for us. Sunday-he was still alive-we sang Israel Israel God is calling for the opening hymn. I kept hoping Isaac would look over so I could smirk at him for picking that song. But he didn’t look and later he said it wasn’t him, but as we sang I kindof finally settled on that name as long as I could call him Riz. Isaacs dad passed away last Feb 1st (I was so sure that Isaacs dad sent this one and that he’d be born on Feb 1st-I’m obviously not in charge) but all along I wanted his middle name to be R after Grandpa Ison (Ralph) —And I thought about R Isreal Ison because that would make Riz make more sense but I didn’t want his first given name to be R—
So there ya have it-my little guardian angel buddy Riz!
We love him my sweet friend sent me this I was familiar with it but so thankful to be reminded of it.
Of course there’s more but that’s best I can do for now!
And other normal stuff like Cannon had basketball-they actually won-yay! And he won the Student Leader of the month award!! Sethy keeping things light. When we skip school cuz we’re heartbroken we play hard. Or that I actually ran off the road on my way to that worst appointment of my life. And right then I thought that was the worst part of the day. Not even close.
That’s all for now.