#stillborn

[mournfulroses]

Guandalupe Nettel, from her novel titled "Stillborn," originally published in 2020

[waanderlussttt]

stillborn lamb i saw the other day, in honor of the lamb tattoo i'm getting tomorrow

[ulcuscarcinomatosum]

Nicht dein Grab hat mich gebrochen – sondern der Moment, in dem ich verstand, dass uns keine gemeinsame Zeit mehr bleibt.

[insomniashrew]

Been sitting on this for a minute.

I really was hoping they would not go down the Master Raymond taking Faith and bringing her to life route. I saw so as a stillborn mother.

Faith was representation for this harsh reality many have to face daily.

Faith brought stillborn babies into the conversation. Brought them into the reality for others blessed to not experience it themselves or close to them.

By having her live takes a piece of that from us. Taking her and having her miraculously live by the hands of the "blue magic healing" is unfair in a way to those of us who saw ourselves in Claire and Jamie with their loss of Faith.

I wish the show runners, writers, directors, etc understood that a baby dying late term/full term is not a story progression piece nor character development for the parent. It is real. It is ugly. It is painful beyond measure.

It is to be respected.

Same honestly goes for them taking in Fannie. It gives this notion (for myself at least) like they take her in purely because she is supposedly their granddaughter. I know they would have without that possibility but the vibes changed after she sang the song ya know

[pacificremains]

Stillborn mini horse, beetle cleaned

[musicalhistorical]

Makarov angst? Testing something out

Tw- stillbirth, omegaverse, omega!makarov/alpha!reader, grieving, potentially OOC makarov

Omega!Makarov knew you couldn’t wait for pups. He couldn’t, either; after he settled with you, and found himself imagining himself pregnant. Hand idly rubbing his stomach more often than not.

And, by chance, he gets his wish. He becomes pregnant. In no time at all, he starts to prepare for the pup. A nursery is built; only the best craftsman are taken on to build the crib, to paint the nursery bright colors. There are toys, there are books. He reads the parenting books front to back and fusses over every minuscule detail that the nursery contains.

When he’s not in his office, you find him in the nursery, sitting in the rocking chair with a hand on his belly.

Everything was going great. Better than great. Makarov was healthy, the baby was healthy.

Until the baby stopped kicking around week twenty-five. Neither of you want to face the inevitable; neither of you want to realize that your baby will never be brought home.

But you have to. You and Makarov get to a private hospital, and there his labor is induced. The one mercy this cold night offers is a somewhat simple birth. The baby boy comes out.

Yet the room is painfully quiet. Everyone’s holding their breath, praying that this tiny baby would breathe. Scream. Everyone knew it was impossible.

The tiny body simply had no voice.

You and Makarov are kept in a private wing. The nurses clean your baby, dress him in a onesie, and provide the two of you a basket of small keepsakes- prints of your baby’s feet, a blanket with the baby’s last name embroidered, and a small hat.

When you and Makarov get home, he locks the nursery door. You don’t ask him about it; not when you plan out a way to bury a child you never got to know.

Months pass. Makarov does not unlock the nursery. Leaves everything untouched, exactly as it was before he lost the pup.

Then Makarov takes a test. Theres a pup on the way. A year after losing his first pup, Makarov prepares for the second.

[blondebrainpowered]

“Four babies died” - Duluth, Minnesota

Monument for four baby boys born to George and Anna Washington in Duluth, Minnesota. They’re buried in Oneota Cemetery.

Their first baby was a son who was stillborn on December 16, 1918.

Their second son, George, was born on October 14, 1921 and died two days later on October 16, possibly due to a congenital heart defect.

Their third son was stillborn on January 4, 1923.

Their fourth son, George, was born on April 16, 1924 and died on April 19 (his birth date is listed on the stone instead of his death date).

Sadly and notably, George Sr. died on what would have been George’s first birthday, when he was just 43 years old.

George and Anna did have one surviving child, a daughter Lorraine who was born in 1920 and lived to the age of 94.

[snellyfish]

Been feeling very oc inspired by a handful of funky medias lately (mama's sleeping angels and trigun etc yay) and forced myself to draw a proper illustration since it's been so long; starring Nieve