It wasn’t something I planned to do. I had an outfit already picked out, but when I went to get dressed I discovered that the shirt no longer covered my growing baby bump. So I found myself trying on every shirt and dress in the house. Clothes were strewn about in a panic as I rummaged through every drawer, hamper, and closet not two hours before I was supposed to meet up with the photographer. Then I saw it. Hanging quietly in the corner of my closet where it had remained for the last 7 and a half months: the dress I wore to Jon’s funeral.
I remember the first time I saw it. Jon and I were walking through the mall and I thought it was lovely. If I was the kind of girl who shopped, I would have bought it right then. But even when Jon said that if I liked it I should get it, my practical nature left it on the hanger. What occasion would I have to wear a dress like that?
The day I bought the dress was… I don’t even know how to describe it. I didn’t want to go anywhere, but I definitely did not want to go to the mall to shop for a black dress. One more reminder that I was now a widow. I felt like one of those poor souls in western movies that get dragged behind a horse. I had to go forward no matter how much pain I was in. There was no other choice.
Jon and I had walked the mall three days before he died. I needed to buy some new running shoes and he had to get something for the wedding he sang for the following day. (I wonder if that couple ever found out their wedding singer died two days later? I hope they remain blissfully unaware.)
As I robotically followed my mother and sisters through the mall, I could see myself and Jon a few days before; like ghosts sitting in the food court and walking by the stores. I felt like throwing up or melting into a puddle of snot, spit, and tears. Instead, I put one foot in front of the other and tried to hide the fact that I was trembling.
It turned out that JC Pennys was having a dress sale. I scanned through the racks of reds and blues looking for a widow’s black dress. Then I saw it, the same dress I had admired some weeks before. I didn’t bother looking for any others. I tried it on and that was that.
I didn’t know I was pregnant on the day of the funeral. As I spent the last few minutes alone with Jon, weeping as I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead, I had no idea that I was carrying his son. When I found out a day or two later I wept just as hard.
I didn’t want to be pregnant. I was carrying enough burdens, why did I have to carry a child as well? I resented the fact that I was pregnant. Resented that I couldn’t get drunk and numb the pain. Resented the fact that I now had to be a single parent of not just one, but two children.
I could barely manage myself day to day. I was overwhelmed with taking care of my daughter’s needs. How could I possibly manage the exhaustion that is caring for an infant? For a couple weeks, I seriously considered adoption. I didn’t think I was strong enough to parent two children in my grief. I read up on the legality of it and even messaged an acquaintance of mine that had found her baby a loving home through adoption. But when I found out that the child Jon had given me was a son, I knew I couldn’t let him go. I would find the strength somehow.
While I no longer was distraught over the pregnancy, I still hadn’t found a way to be happy about it. I spent a couple months in denial. It was easier to not think about the baby at all. The fact that my pregnancy was virtually symptomless in the beginning (as opposed to my losing 15 pounds from morning sickness with my daughter) made it that much easier to forget.
But eventually, my growing abdomen became difficult to ignore and the little one inside began to demand my attention. (He’s going to be a mover just like his daddy. He’s moving now even as I write this.) Every kick, poke, and wiggle was as if he was saying “I’m here!” Slowly I began to not only accept the new addition to my life but also appreciate, love, and anticipate his arrival.
In many ways, he saved me, even before taking his first breath. If I did not have a pregnancy to stop me, I very likely would have charged down an unhealthy road. The limits I resented early on, were in fact what kept me safe until I was able to regain my sanity. He is a gift. A small light in a dark reality.
That is why I decided to take maternity pictures in this dress. Because life is beautiful, even in pain. In the darkest of nights, the stars shine out the brightest. The dress that I wore when I thought my life had been destroyed has been redeemed. Though I did not know it at the time, I was carrying life within me, even while surrounded by death. I could choose to remain in despair, but I have decided to choose hope. I choose life. I have embraced the pain and let it go. My son will be born in a couple weeks. It’s up to me to introduce him to the world and the world I will show him is full of light, life, and happiness.
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Isaiah 61:1-3He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes,
the oil of joy instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.
Sending you lots of love. You look beautiful. 😘
Thank you 🙂
Thank you for your vulnerability.
Such a touching story God can heal any situation be blessed💕💕
I too am glad to hear that you and your family will have a good Christmas. My prayer for you in the new year is a good job that will provide for you all. May God blDnw!(eass) Michelle Howell
This story really touched me, thank you for sharing. God bless you and your family.
I am so sorry for your loss Erica. May God wrap his arms around you and provide for every need. You are an inspiration.