An Angel Named Snowdrop

This journey is not one that we ever wanted to make, but now that we are on it, I feel the need to share some of it with others. I hope that it might help someone on their own journey of loss. Maybe it will help somebody that knows someone that experienced a loss. Maybe it will help those who want to be more aware of this far too common type of loss. Maybe it will just be a place that I gain peace through writing our story.

This story begins about a year ago. The moment I found out I was pregnant with her I knew this pregnancy would be different from my first two. The pregnancy progressed so perfectly. My symptoms were minimal and I felt amazing. She was amazing too. At each ultrasound it was confirmed that everything about her was exactly as it should be.

When we found out she was, in fact, a she we were beyond delighted. We continued to anticipate a picture perfect end to the pregnancy and beginning to our new, more complete family.

Things changed in a matter of hours. One day she was wriggling and squirming around happily in my warm womb, and the next, something was wrong. The story of exactly how it all happened can be found here Our angel came to us with a perfect little body. Her face was the most beautiful thing I had seen in my entire life. Her fingers and toes were perfectly formed. Her hair and skin were so soft I wanted to kiss them constantly. But, for reasons, completely beyond our understanding, her perfect little body stopped working as she made the transition from living inside of me to living outside of me. Our two short days with her were filled with fear and pain, but also with so much love.

Somewhere in it all a name had to be chosen. Like all parents we were very particular. We felt passionate early in the pregnancy that she should have a unique, meaningful but not weird name. Around 20 weeks pregnant, after not feeling like the names we had listed were right for her I searched deeper into names from less used origins. We have ancestors from Wales so when I saw that as an option on my name app I checked it out. Among the names I then sent along to Tyler to read was Eirlyse (We chose to add the 'e' at the end). The name means snowdrop, and both of us felt immediately drawn to it. I was nervous because I wasn't sure if I was pronouncing it correctly and instead of pretty, it might actually be really weird. After some research we determined that our pronunciation was in fact correct and we both felt like Eirlyse (pronounced air-leese) was the perfect name for our first baby girl.

Her name means snowdrop. A snowdrop is a flower that blooms early (really early) in the spring popping up through the snow. They are sweet little white flowers that droop over at the top of their tiny stem. You can read about how we planted these flowers in her memory here.

When she was born, and we knew early on that she would not be staying in her tiny body, we wondered, but only for a moment, if we really wanted to use this name that we loved so much on a baby that would not be coming home with us. Immediately we felt overwhelmed that this was meant to be her name all along, and it is the perfect name for our little angel- Our angel named Snowdrop.

A note about this blog:
You will notice this is not the first published post, but I wrote it as if it was. The other existing posts were taken from my personal family blog, but after a few weeks I realized that I wanted a place to share this part of my life separately and with a wider audience.

My vision is that in the future others that would like to will have the opportunity to post their stories here as well so that this will become a place to read about the many experiences of families that have lost their tiniest loved ones. I hope to have a variety of perspectives so that it can be helpful to many that encounter this kind of loss either of their own child or of somebody else close to them. I don't intend for it to be only a place of doom and gloom. I hope that joyful stories of hope and peace through the pain will be shared as well.