Mom to Wyatt Joseph

April 9, 2014

Brunswick, Maine

I’m writing to you because I’m a grieving parent of a stillborn. I was due to have a little boy May 20, 2014. We decided to name him Wyatt Joseph. He was my second child and my boyfriend and my first son. We were very excited at the fact that our 19-month-old daughter was going to be a big sister and we finally having a boy. I was working about 50 hours a week my first and second trimester. Once I hit my third, my hours decreased to 20 hours a week.

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Navia Jean

Born May 26, 2011

Became an Angel baby July 3, 2011

Kittery, Maine

In September 2010, after being told numerous times that the chances of me being able to conceive a child and give birth were slim to none due to some medical problems, I had a positive pregnancy test. [Read more…]



Mom to Chloe Lee

March 31, 2011


July 8, 2011

Buckfield, Maine

My name is Heather. My Fiancé Travis and I were ecstatic when we found out we were expecting on October 29th 2010. We had just got our own apartment and everything seemed to be falling right into place. [Read more…]




September 2005

Etna, Maine

My name is Donna, I live in Etna, Maine.  I miscarried with my first child at 10 1/2 weeks in September 2005.  I first discovered Faces of Loss through the Facebook page of a friend of a friend, who had lost her baby to SIDS. [Read more…]


Mom to Lainey
December 8th, 2010
Portland, Maine

My name is Shelley. I am from Portland, Maine. My daughter Lainey was born on 12.8.2010 at 20 weeks.

I had called my doctor the night before concerned about a sharp pain I had while walking. She had me come into the mommy/baby center of the hospital. I was there for all of 20 minutes when they told me the baby wouldn’t make it through the night.

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Proud mommy to Bryson, stillborn October 30th, 2010
and Joey Skyler, born into Heaven December 2009
Caribou, Maine 
It’s weird to think back to when I was naive about bringing a new life into the world.  Our firstborn was a fairly uncomplicated pregnancy, aside from the hyperemesis, or severe morning sickness.  His birth had gone just as we had expected, he was a healthy and happy baby boy.  So, after 11 years of being with my best friend and 4 years of marriage, when we decided to try for a sibling for our 3 year old son, we had expected another uncomplicated and blessed pregnancy.  

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Mom to our Little Sea Monkey
Gone to Heaven August 4th, 2010
Happy birthday to me!! June 21st 2010 I get my first positive! holy cow! I can’t explain what I felt, What a birthday present!!  Though it was unplanned, It was very exciting!  Things were going great! we’d been to doctors’ appointments, talked about names, re-arranged our bedroom, as we have a small apartment, and were going to share our room with the baby! Everything was going great! I didn’t even have any morning sickness! Then one day I had a little pinkish color when I wiped after going pee.. I called the dr. in a panic, as I have had a miscarriage in the past. They told me from what I explained to them that it just sounded like a little healthy spotting, and not to worry… I had it a few more times that week, never more then just a stain on the paper when I went to the bathroom. Then, as fast as it had started, It stopped, and I thought to myself ‘thank God! Now I won’t be so scared to go pee!’

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Mom to Chris
December 17th, 2002-March 1st, 2003
Lost to SIDS
Waterville, Maine

I woke up on March 1, 2003 to knocking on my front door. Still sleepy eyed, I walked to the door without checking the time. My mother had come over to drop some things off. I let her in, still not aware of the time. She sat down and asked where Chris was. I looked at the clock and realized he had not been awake in 7 hours, and that is so much longer than he’d ever gone before without eating. I immediately went to his room to check on him and as soon as I saw him, I knew something was wrong. He slept on his tummy, and instead of being in his normal sleeping position, he was face down, with his arms stretched out at each side. I didn’t check him but instead picked him up right away.

He wasn’t breathing and he was luke warm, his skin was very ashen. I ran him out to my mother screaming to her that he wasn’t breathing and she took him from me and began CPR. I called 911 and in between begging them to help us and pleading not to let my baby die, I gave them my information. They stayed on the phone until the first responders, fire fighters, arrived. They took him from my mother and stated that he was in full arrest. They took over CPR and as soon as the ambulance arrived, they ran him out of the house, leaving my mother and me behind.

I went outside and sat in my driveway, crying. They did not let me into the ambulance, or tell me anything. The Sherrif’s deputies arrived an had to question me. Silly questions like where I worked and what my social security number. Nobody told me a thing. The ambulance left while I was still being questioned, and I still knew nothing.

We were finally able to leave for the hospital, 5-10 minutes after the ambulance left. The drive seemed to take forever. I watched everyone else out on that Saturday, going about their shopping, with their families. I felt so angry at them, how dare they drive around so happy and carefree when my world was crashing in. We got to the hospital and we were escorted to a private room, where my father met us. We still knew nothing, other than they were working on him. A nun came in (Catholic hospital) and tried to console me, but ended up making things worse by telling me that I was still young and I could always have more children. I still didn’t know if my baby was alive or dead. I just nodded silently. She was interrupted by a nurse coming in to speak with us, and she left.

I was asked if I wanted to go in and see him. I said yes, and as soon as I walked in, I had hope. He was no longer the ashen color, but he was pink again. I was scared, his tiny body had wires and tubes, and there was a needle sticking out of his chest. As soon as I got close enough to see his face, the hope disappeared and I knew he was gone. His eyes were open a tiny bit, and I could see them unmoving, just a fixed, blank stare. I saw the way his mouth looked with the breathing tube down his throat. I’ve never been able to erase that look from my head.

They took us out and within a few minutes, the doctor came in. He explained that they had been working on Chris for some time, with no response. He never started breathing again and his heart never started beating. They needed to know when to stop breathing for him. I wanted to be in there when they stopped so I could say good-bye. I went in and there were only two nurses now, everyone else had cleared out. They were still pumping his oxygen. I walked to him and told him how much I loved him. I stroked his cheek and held his hand. They stopped pumping and began to unhook him from everything. I looked up and saw one nurse with her head turned, crying, and trying not to show me. They asked if I wanted to hold him. I did. They wrapped him in a blanket and I sat in the rocking chair in the room, and rocked him. I patted his butt and kissed his head, as if I were putting him to sleep. I told him I loved him over and over.

It wasn’t long before my father came in and told me I needed to go. I still regret agreeing with him. I handed him to my father, who is a hospice nurse and familiar with the hospital, and I left. I walked down the hall, crying, without my baby in my arms. I was walked to my mom’s car and my first thought was how I needed to call into work. I did actually call them and tell them I couldn’t come in that day, and when asked why, I flat out said that my son just died.
I walked around in a daze. I went to Wal-Mart and to Walgreens that day. I carried his blanket and often cried just walking through stores.

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