**I wrote this in the days following Addy’s funeral, but until now didn’t feel like posting**
addy’s life was short.
there is no way around this subject. her life was short. 8 days to be exact.
while you may not agree with the next several thoughts, you have to allow me to believe them because i do. we don’t have to agree, but we can respect each other.
when addy was born the odds were not in her favor. she was 12 weeks early, she had the PDA, she developed the infection, and she had the massive brain bleed. if she only had any one of those things (instead of them all), this story may have played out differently – but we will never know and playing the what if game is pointless. with all of those complications we believe there is mercy in her passing. we obviously didn’t want that to happen and we wanted the outcome to be different, but we were constantly reminded that we are not in control. death is some times the most compassionate thing that can happen to a person, and we believe that to be the case in this situation.
even though the birth mother changed her mind hours before addy’s death she wanted us to be at the funeral. we got an e mail from our caseworker with the arrangements. we knew we wanted to go to support the mother and her family, we wanted the agency to know that we really did care, and while addy was alive i spent a lot of time with her and wanted to say goodbye. so for us we knew that we would go. we wouldn’t attend the grave side service, but we would go to the funeral home. since the birth mother hadn’t told a lot of people that she was giving the baby up for adoption we didn’t want to go to the grave side service where people talk to the people around them afterwards. we didn’t want to just say we were “friends” because we didn’t want the follow up questions. the safest thing to protect the mother and the best thing for us was to just go to the funeral service at the funeral home. when we got there we signed in and found a seat. shortly after we sat down the pregnancy counselor came over to us and we stood up and hugged her. she slipped something in my hand and told me that the mother wanted us to have it. it was a tiny knit hat that belonged to addy, they also gave us a card signed by the people that worked at the agency. i gave her a card and a flash drive of the photos that i had taken of addy to give to the mother. we spoke with our caseworker and gave her a hug. a few minutes before the service started the birth mother came over and gave me a huge hug and the dad came over and shook our hands.
i don’t love funerals – besides the obvious that someone is dead, but because i don’t feel like funerals capture a persons life. i have been to a few funerals that have made me feel closer to the deceased, but most of the time i feel like funerals paint a picture that isn’t an accurate image of that person or their life, or that they are so far off on who that person was to the people they have left behind. i will say that this funeral was no different. it was painful. i mean no disrespect for addy, her family, or the preacher that performed the funeral, but it was the worst funeral i have ever been to.
to begin with, it was a funeral for an 8 day old baby. it doesn’t matter that we were connected through the adoption process and that she was so close to being ours, it would have been horrible even if that wasn’t the case. it honestly felt like a pre-memorial service for pat summit (she was eulogized more than addy was). i liked coach pat as much as the next person, but the tiny little body up there wasn’t pat summitt, it was addy. the other thing that stuck out to me so much as being terrible was that in talking about pat summitt the preacher continued to say that millions will remember pat, but no one will remember addy. that her life meant nothing. she was insignificant.
maybe we misunderstood the point of what the preacher was saying, but we both would have misunderstood the same way, because we were both very upset when we left the funeral. during the funeral andy’s hand would grip mine a little tighter and i returned the gesture each time something didn’t sit right (at one point in time it was just a continuous squeeze). we couldn’t believe some of the things we heard, and granted at a time like this it is hard to know what to say, but I feel like other things could have been said. i silently prayed that the preacher would step aside and ask if anyone wanted to come to the front and say a few words – because i would have gone. i thought about the fact that most people didn’t know of the adoption plan and thought “i don’t care, addy deserves better than this.” he never left the podium, and never gave me a chance to speak. so allow me to say what i feel like should have been said in the first place.
one thing that the preacher did say was this: “how do you eulogize 8 days?” that is how he started his sermon and that grabbed me, so i will keep that.
how do you eulogize 8 days of life?
you shouldn’t have to. it isn’t fair and it is hard for us to understand why things happened the way that they did. we can sit here everyday and say it was all part of God’s timing, but that implies that God was ok that her life was cut short. or the implication can be made that he planned on her life to be short for a “greater good” or to “teach” someone a lesson. i have a hard time believing that some people are born to die to show other people something because that would imply that their life is expendable – that God doesn’t value their life as much as other lives. i don’t believe that we are God’s pawns that he just kicks us off the chessboard whenever he feels like it. i just don’t believe that. i understand from a physical stand point why addy died. i know that she was early and that she was very sick. i understand that her chance of survival was slim with all of the complications – so her death wasn’t a complete shock to us. what i don’t understand is the spiritual side. i don’t know why we were chosen to be part of her 8 days. my heart tells me that there is a reason, but i can’t figure it out – and possibly i will never know the reason – and i have come to believe that this is ok.
addy came into this world with a dramatic flair – butt first; however, that first breath of life was her own. she was a 13.75 inch long, 2 pound 10 ounce miracle. for weeks before her birth she was our miracle. her short life was full of tubes, medicines, tests, needle sticks, glow lights, beeps, and monitors. her cry was never louder than a kitten’s meow. she never found her voice and we will never know the depth of it. she never got to sleep in a real bed, only knowing the warmth of the incubator. she will never know the silence on a starry night gazing at the moon, she only knew the beeps, constant noise, and bright lights of the nicu. despite never holding her, and never being able to be that close to her, i was able to pick up on her scent. the “new baby smell” that everyone talks about. when i left the hospital after she was born to go to the hotel, i fell asleep with my hands next to my face drinking the smell in. the smell that i associated with dreams coming true, hope, and our miracle. the smell that a few days later, triggered the tears to fall as i leaned my head against the incubator praying that the doctors were wrong.
it is hard to imagine what kind of person she would have been. in her short life you could catch glimpses of characteristics of who she might have been. when she was uncomfortable or in pain she put her hands to her face covering her eyes. when she was completely relaxed she would hold her ear or put her hands above her head. her heart rate reacted to music showing that she enjoyed music. she would have liked to have been snuggled because she always responded to touch. she was quick to grab your finger and to latch on and squeeze. but beyond these things we will never know addy as being beyond 8 days old. we can imagine who she would have been, but because her beginning was brief and the ending came too soon we will have few thoughts of her growing and living beyond the incubator and the nicu.
she was surrounded by love before she took her first breath. her birth mother loved her enough to do the adoption plan, andy and i loved her more than any words i can express, our families loved her, and friends loved her. she was a little girl that was never at a loss for love or prayers. they poured in for her. the nurses and the doctors loved her too. i walked in several times to see the nurses talking with her and telling her that she was beautiful. she might have just been their patient, but the love in the nicu was palpable. addy received more love in her short life than some people get in a life time and for that i am thankful.
while her life didn’t reach millions of people (maybe not even hundreds of people) she touched lives. deeply. the people that she leaves behind have felt her presence deep within our souls and we mourn the loss of sweet addy.
and while i still don’t understand the “purpose” in her life cut short and i don’t believe that God “caused” this to happen to teach us something i do believe that we can use terrible things – this death – to find beauty. we can find beauty in the fact that she wasn’t alone and that she died being loved by many. personally, i am holding onto the beauty that this experience has opened my eyes and proved that i can love a baby that isn’t biologically mine. there is beauty that relationships were strengthened surrounding the birth and death of addy. the beauty that God never left us throughout this entire process.
i will never believe that she was put here as a dispensable life. for some unknown reason her life was an essential part of our story and of our lives. there is a part of addy that will remain in my heart, and i hope in the hearts of others, forever.
how do you eulogize 8 days of life?
her life was short and and her death won’t affect millions of people. her footprint might have been tiny, but in the 8 days she was alive she left a mark – her mark – an impact and love that was immense, beyond measure.
goodbye sweet addy, goodbye.