Mom to Isaac – February 26th, 2008

and Hannah – September 16th, 2008

Burbank, Illinois

The Story of Isaac & Hannah Joy

Ya know that feeling? The one you get when you know things aren’t gonna turn out like you planned. The knot in your stomach, the lump in your throat, sweaty palms…that feeling? I remember the day I got that feeling. It was February 21st ’08, a Thursday. I was 18 weeks 5 days pregnant & Dan was gettin ready to leave, I was tense & I don’t remember why. But I remember how you could here a pin drop when I told him not to go because I was spotting. His face took on a mixture of shock & fear…

We all got together that night, Dan & I with our 3 daughters, we prayed. I can’t tell you the grief that already washed over me at the mere thought of losing this baby, I begged, pleaded, & bargained with God for this baby’s life. The next day God answered…in the ultrasound room, as I lay on the table, God gently said “No”

The sun continued to shine & birds still sang their song, but my soul screamed out for life! How could this happen?? How could the world continue as though death hadn’t come calling?? How was it that children were running, playing, laughing? That dogs were barking & school was in session?? Why didn’t the world STOP & grieve with me? I felt as though a piece of my heart died…there…on that table.

The next several days were a blur, a mixture of shock, unbelief, & overwhelming pain. Several days after the news that changed my life I went into Lincoln Park Hospital to be induced. As we entered, I refused to look at the building, & I now know that Dan was gently pulling me along. Just getting a room was torture, having to explain to several different nurses & aides why we were there….their hushed & hurried explanations to one another.

“No heartbeat” “stillborn” “miscarriage”

Words that echo in your heart forever.

I checked into a room & waited, I was induced & was told the process would be very long~up to several days. So Dan & I started thinking about names, it was a bit surreal, we knew that everything about this was upside down backwards & wrong. Delivering a child, & naming this child, only to say goodbye. There were many surreal moments in that delivery room, moments that are too big to describe in words not big enough for God.

There was the moment I think I lost my mind a bit, I started crying & telling Dan this was so unfair, this was so wrong, why did “THEY” get to keep my baby? Why did “THEY” have a say so? This is my child & I’m taking this baby home!!! I announced to Dan that we would keep the baby at home until the funeral. Dan was scared, he told me the baby couldn’t come home because the baby was dead. I started saying no no no…you can’t say that, don’t say that. Dan started praying, asking God to please come quickly, please do something, Please!!

The nurse came in & I told her how I felt, I told her I don’t think I can let this baby go when it’s time, I’m scared I’ll go crazy. She looked at me & said “it’s OK, your baby’s not here, this..what’s gonna happen here (gesturing to my stomach) this is a shell, your baby is in Heaven being loved on by God, you’ll be OK”

I know some may say “what??? a shell?? cruel!!!” But God knew exactly what my ears needed to hear, He knew what would penetrate MY heart, He knew I needed the truth spoke to me at that moment.

The truth of my child’s existence would set me free.

I delivered Isaac Jeremiah Jensen, Tuesday, February 26th 2008 at 3:48 a.m.

He was perfect. He was beautiful. He is my son.

We buried my Isaac 2 days later in a beautiful small service for him. My oldest daughter read a letter she wrote to her brother, we had one of my pastors give a message of hope, redemption, & reunion. However, the most important moment for me that day was worshiping God. We were led in singing a song of praise to Him, I felt so weak, I was shaking & sick. I could barely stand but I wanted to tell God I still loved Him. That I still praise Him. He gave me the strength to stand, the strength to raise my hands, the strength to praise Him & be a testimony. His presence filled the air.

I wish I could stop there, I wish my story was over & I lived happily ever after. That I went through the storm & have survived a stronger person. But this was only the beginning of the storm, this was only the rumblings of the thunder, the flashes of lightning. However, the dark clouds were still rolling in, it had only begun.

Hannah, oh my Hannah. How I miss you.

I was shocked & amazed to find myself pregnant again within 2 months of saying goodbye to Isaac. I felt that God was really bringing healing & blessing & that this was His way of telling me I was ready. I tried desperately not to give into fear, but suffered from persistent nightmares. I tried to stay positive, I wasn’t going to allow satan to steal the joy of this pregnancy. We made it past the first 12 weeks without a problem, everything was going smooth. I went in for a check up at 18 weeks & heard my baby’s very strong wonderful heartbeat! My Dr said it sounded like the heartbeat of a little girl!! I wept tears of relief & joy…this was happening, this was really happening! My baby was well & I had nothing to fear, God was giving me this healthy child.

But once that euphoria wore off the fear slithered in, & I began to get scared again. Nightmares returned & finally I told Dan, somethings not right, I don’t feel right. I called the Dr. concerned the baby wasn’t moving enough for 23 weeks. Knowing my history my doc said to come in, if not for anything else than just my peace of mind. I went in that day, so nervous, Dan was at work & I didn’t want to be alone. The Dr was running late & I was getting more anxious by the moment. Finally Dan called & said he was done with work early, I asked him to please come to the office because I needed him with me. Dan arrived & 5 minutes later the Dr called me in, I had been waiting almost 2 hours. He took me straight to the ultrasound room, & as I lay again on that table, I knew my baby was gone. Nothing had happened, Dan & the Dr were joking back & forth, but everything slowed down & I felt God there, I felt Him holding me, I felt Him crying.

She was gone.

My Hannah Girl….

I’d like to say I was OK this time, that I did really well with this loss because we walked this path before. But I’d be lying. I wasn’t OK, I was far from it. There have been many many knock down drag out fights with God. Mostly me knocking myself out. There have been countless times I’ve cried “why why why”
So many tears, too many to count. So many questions, “how could you do this God? What did I do wrong?? don’t you love me”

I couldn’t remember who God says I am in Him, I couldn’t think clearly, sometimes I couldn’t even form my thoughts into words. I suppose I was traumatized.

It was very very dark & very very scary. I felt as though I was stumbling around in the dark & falling, bruised, scraped, & bleeding. All along screaming, crying out, “help me!!! why don’t you help me?!?!!!!”
I felt like I was dying, in every sense of the word. Somewhere in the fog, I remember my mom telling me I had to go in ” survival mode” maybe she saw that I wasn’t doin well. She told me everyone else is living & that’s OK, but you have to understand that right now you’re not just living, you’re trying to survive. Shortly after that a good friend sent me a word from God. This word somehow, someway woke me up.

Isaiah 45 :3

I will give you the treasures of darkness,
riches stored in secret places,
so that you may know that I am the Lord,
the God of Israel that summons you by name.

Did you get that?? Did you hear that? “Treasures of Darkness” I can’t tell you exactly what Isaiah was trying to convey in that scripture, I know it’s in relation to Cyrus. But let me tell you what it means for Tina. It means that I will value the treasure I find in the darkness, what is stored up in secret. God has treasures for me in this abyss I found myself in. Yes, My Isaac & Hannah are treasures, but there is so much more for me to find. There is so much He wants to give me through this. There is so much He wants to give you, dear friend, through this. You see my Isaac & Hannah did not die in vain. There lives are not without purpose & I their mother will glorify God & praise Him because He chose them. He chose to use my humble simple family for His Kingdom & for His Honor. And in this darkness, there is so much yet to be found, but I’ll tell you what I’ve found thus far. I’ve found faith, faith in a God that never leaves, never forsakes & abundantly loves. I’ve found courage, courage in me that I didn’t know existed. I found love, love for my husband that will never fade. I found friendship, I love you Sa. I found joy, joy that can’t be stolen.

I know that I’ll never be the same person I was before February 21st, I know I wouldn’t want to be. My life has been forever changed, changed by my 2 wonderful beautiful, precious, perfect babies. Isaac & Hannah Joy who flew away home to Heaven……

Tina blogs at http://supermomconfession.blogspot.com/

You can contact her at danschick74@sbcglobal.net

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  1. Carolyn says:

    I am sorry for your losses. I too have lost 2 to stillbirth (cord accident and Trisomy 13). I have no other children.

  2. Melissa says:

    Hi Tina,

    I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am for your losses, but how amazed and in awe I am of you and your wonderful family. A lot of people ask “why?” and have every right to, but you also always look toward God during those difficult times and have faith that He will guide you. You are truly an inspiration :)

  3. Debbie,
    Your story of multiple losses breaks my heart. It is a very sad story, told very simply and beautifully, with much feeling and sadness. I can’t personally relate to that feeling, because I have not lost a child. But I can relate to the grief my daughter endured after losing her first child, an apparently healthy, newborn infant son, even before leaving the hospital. She was almost inconsolable, and the rest of the family were disabled with grief for her and her husband. So I can sympathize in that way with your feelings and can say that I am extremely sorry for your losses. I wish I had the right words of comfort to give you, but, unfortunately, no words can erase that loss from your heart. However, I do care, now being a mother and a grandmother of eight healthy grandchildren.

  4. Regina Ramlall says:


    I am so sorry for your losess. Those are tremondous losses for someone to deal with. You are very strong and courageous. I envy that! I truly understand how you feel and still ask why since i lost my son at 23 weeks (stillborn). Like you, i was so upset with God, but i had to somehow learn from what happened. I had to trust God and know that he has done this for a reason. I pray everyday for strength and comfort and for the most part, i think he has giving me that and i think you have too. I know that one day that we will see our Angels again and that is somethign to look forward to. Take Care and God Bless!

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