#tw infant loss

[eternalxbarbie]

Got a secret? Don't keep it, it'll take you to the grave.

Good evening, residents of McKinley. If you’ll please find your assigned seats, we have a special treat in store for you tonight. As you take your seats, you’ll notice a placecard in front of you with one simple instruction, “confess thy secrets or sacrifice thy neighbor to earn entry to leave.”. Go on now, look to your left and to your right. Is your secret worth your neighbor's life? No, no. Don’t try to leave – you can’t. See, we had this planned far ahead. As soon as you took your seats, you were spelled to them until you either sacrificed your neighbor's life or confessed a dark secret. You didn’t think this was going to be a cheery holiday dinner did you? There’s been far too many secrets and not enough lives falling victim for the abundance of supernatural beings here. One way or another, the night will end in our favor. Secrets or blood spilled - it’s your choice. So? Go on now, confess your secret or sacrifice your neighbor. We’ll be watching.

This could not be happening. Klaus had just admitted to going ring shopping with her mother. She should be happy and elated and jumping for joy with Stefan, not about to break down in tears. There was only one secret that she really held inside; everything else was part of a plan that she couldn't afford to let get out. There was one option and no way she was hurting her stepbrother or her boyfriend. She forced down most of her water...fuck, her mother was going to hear this. She wished more than anything that Jeremy was by her side right now. He was the only person in the world that knew about this, that's how deep it had stayed buried inside of her. "A few days before I turned," she turned to shoot a glare at Katherine, both for killing her and for the recent stabbing of Klaus. "Ty and Matt and I were in an accident. That's how I ended up in the hospital, it's why Damon gave me his blood. I didn't know it at the time either, but the reason that I was bleeding so heavily is because I was pregnant. I lost the baby in the crash." She glances at Stefan and Klaus before turning to look at her mother. "I begged them not to tell you and they agreed after enough whining. Jeremy is the only person that knows. Well, until now, I guess."

[fervidus]

@mischiefxmanagcd asked: “If you want to talk, I’m here. Otherwise I’ll sit silently beside you." eons ago on the old blog

Georgia had a terrible week. A lost patient for her meant a baby never got their chance at life and she delivered the worst news possible to parents that had already been through hell. On top of that her boyfriend had cheated on her with an old friend he told her not to worry about. Red flag, right? Next time she would cut her losses and run like Caroline had advised. Instead, Georgia had wanted to believe in the two years she'd spent with the guy and that they had truly meant something to him. Wiping her eyes, she leaned her head onto her dad's shoulder on the couch -- having not wanted to cure her heartbreak tonight alongside anyone else. The tears really started to flow with the comfort of being with her dad.

❝ Please tell me you and mom have ice cream. ❞

[fatesurvived]

Jackie’s viewpoint on Shauna and Jeff // TW: PREGNANCY MENTION, STILLBIRTH, INFANT LOSS, DEATH.

Jackie had once considered Shauna to be her best friend, the one she wanted to be around, possibly secretly pinned over and had wonderful memories with. That changed after the plane crash and finding out Shauna was pregnant. At first, she went along with the idea that it was Randy’s baby but something felt off, prompting Jackie to read Shauna’s journals. Finding out that Shauna and Jeff had been fucking for god knows how long left her reeling. How many times had they done it? Why hadn’t Shauna or Jeff said a word of it the first time it happened? Being in the wilderness already felt so alone, and the fight with Shauna comes to a head after she outed the truth to their peers.

Despite her own feelings, she tries to be nice to Shauna because it would suck to be pregnant at all let alone in the middle of nowhere on the brink of starvation constantly. When the time came for the baby to arrive she put on her big girl pants and offered support. It was a damned thing to be alone in the world and if she could help for even a second it might be worth it. Everybody was excited for the baby - well maybe not Jackie, she logistically had no idea how they would survive the cold or the starvation. When the baby was delivered deceased she was among the rest crying. Crying for herself and for her former best friend.

After getting rescued, Jackie distances herself from Shauna and Jeff for a good year or two before slowly trying to extend an olive branch to Shauna. She��d come to realize that most of what Shauna had said in the woods in their big fight was true and that she hadn’t been a good friend, certainly not one worthy of the title of being her best friend. There will always be an underlying sense of betrayal, it won’t magically go away, it gets harder when the two eventually get married and have another child.

[sigtv]

i’m so depressed like why am i even back in school i should be at home with a seven month old baby right now

[runawaymarbles]

Actually this is my new rule for everything baby related going forward. You must have held at least three dead babies in your life before you're allowed to send me extremely online takes about infant care, wild extrapolations on my feelings about the same, and for that matter, any pro-life nonsense <3

New rule!!! You can send me anon hate about hating children and babies IF AND ONLY IF you have ALSO held a dead baby today! If not, go touch grass, talk to someone over the age of 70, and shut the fuck up.

[glindaselphie]

I think what gets me most about the lottie human punching bag scene is that she was literally just a kid???? and shauna was also just a kid??? a kid lost her baby and then did that to another kid’s face because of the pain and anger she was experiencing.

I know lottie let her do it, basically told her to do it but jfc it’s so sad and fucked up.

[untouchablestarling]

I just want to scream to the world that you were here.

That you existed too.

That you were ours, and ours alone.

And that we loved you.

[shower-thoughts-last-responder]

Where as here in my country midwifery is reaching a point of crisis

Humans are both all-natural and man-made.

[bradshawsbaby]

You were bigger than the whole sky 🌙⭐️

(No Words // Bob Floyd)

[ebullientheart]

violet. emily prentiss x reader

content — requested by @lucreziaq2001 . heavy warnings for child loss (stillbirth). please proceed with emotional caution. fem!bau!reader. grieving.

six months ago, you and emily lost your baby girl. the team are here for you on this day.

there is no earth-shattering comparison of pain that compares to losing a child. there isn’t an adjective or analogy that can describe the feeling to anyone who has not experienced that grief, and only a silent understanding between two that have. when you’d woken that morning, with emily already sitting next to you, she’d instantly had you in her arms, as though trying to shield you from this feeling. but such a shield could not exist in a world where you’d experienced such loss.

some point that night, your three year old son had climbed into bed with you, likely as a result of a nightmare. regardless of the reason, you were never more grateful for his presence. oscar was a quiet boy, but not still. never still.

“morning, baby.” you whispered, enveloping his tiny hand in your own. the beam he offered you sent shockwaves of love through the resolute cracks in your heart. the tight grip on your upper arm told you that emily was feeling the same way. she released her hold mindfully, and instead passed a hand gently over your stomach. sometimes you could feel a phantom pain there. not this morning though.

you moved slowly. everything was lulled into a half-pace, with emily’s gentle encouragement and oscar’s plea for pancakes serving to keep you moving. slowly, slowly, you mixed the batter, while emily warmed up the stove. occasionally, she’d squeeze your hand to remind you of her presence.

i wonder if violet would like pancakes. her brother certainly does.

usually, you had to push these type of thoughts to the back burner of your brain; you were likely to be incapacitated for the day if you let them dominate. but today, you permitted yourself the pondering. if there was a day to think about violet, it would be days like these.

a small budgie landed on your window sill, uncommon for houses in the city, and you had to think it was a sign. you saw them everywhere. you knew it was probably because you looked for them, but how could you not look for your baby in every aspect of the world?

“mumma?” oscar approached you while you were deep in thought, lightly startling you, though you welcomed his attention.

emily saw the tears on your waterline and intervened, scooping up her son and placing him on her hip as she said, “let’s give mumma a moment, yeah? we can go set the table.”

you smiled at her sadly, and she again held your hand as she passed you, before trailing away to let you have your thoughts. sometimes, they were a refuge, no matter how full of grief.

at that moment, your phone buzzed. it was hotch, which you were somewhat expecting. hotch and jj were the others of the team who had their own children, and therefore the most empathetic. and hotch had felt the fear of losing jack, the same day he did lose haley, so he was the one who could connect the most.

“when i thought, for a while, i was going to face my son’s funeral, i lost control,” he’d muttered to you in hospital, where you lay in a numb aftershock, “and that was only a thought. if there is anything, and i mean anything, we can do for you… you let me know.”

sometimes you cried, sometimes you shouted. sometimes emily did too. sometimes oscar asked why he never met the sister he’d been promised, and there was no answer for that. no why in the cruel, vexing world. but there was healing, gradually.

you slid breakfast to three settings on the table, bitterly wishing for four, with that same soft, sad smile from before, “here we are, my loves.”

while your son dived into the food enthusiastically, emily did not sit down at first. she rounded the distance between you to pull out your chair, something she’d done since your first date, and rest a hand on your shoulder. it wasn’t uncommon for the passing of a child to push couples apart, but it had glued you and emily together. the constant touches were just a reminder of the love still left in the world, one that extended far beyond to where your baby rested.

there was no combating the pain, but months of therapy helped you accept it as undeniable evidence of love. love for violet, love for oscar, love for emily, and love for yourself.

while your son was entertained with his junior lego set, you dried the dishes that emily washed, loading the bowls from earlier into the dishwasher. by the time you had finished, still moving sluggishly, the clock read half ten, and emily checked her phone.

“are you feeling up to some company, sweetheart? the team want to come and say hello this evening.”

you cast your eyes down to your hands, and finding them free of tremors, you agreed. it took some time to dress for the day, including a moment in the mirror where you had to shed some tears. emily reciprocated this reaction, and the two of you swayed in each other’s hold for a while. eventually, oscar became bored of his inflatable book and twisted his way in between the two of you to insist on ‘up!’. you laughed wetly, wiping your cheeks (too harshly based on your wife’s disapproving stare and careful repeat that followed), and bent at the waist to hoist your demanding toddler ‘up!’.

eventually, evening arrived, and you felt only minorly more prepared than before at the prospect of people in your home that day. nevertheless, you shook your body free of tension and headed outside at the sound of approaching vehicles. you tried not to think of that same sound, accompanied by sirens, coming to take you away six months prior.

emily descended the steps before your porch to meet the others at their cars, probably to issue an unnecessary but appreciated reminder for them to be sensitive. you stood in the doorway, determined to have the remainder of the day a comforting memorial, with oscar leaning his face on your shoulder. at the sight of the incredibly colourful and therefore toddler appealing penelope garcia, however, he quickly wanted ‘down!’, which you gave with a bright smile at his joy. one that surprised you, as you didn’t think you would be capable on such a day.

first to greet you was hotch, who had driven over garcia, jj and rossi, who greeted you in turn. morgan pulled into the drive at the same time, with reid in his passenger seat. there were all dressed in their varying styles, but they all sported a purple, or specifically violet, accessory. hotch’s tie, rossi’s shirt, jj’s bracelet, morgan’s shoelaces, reid’s vest and… garcia’s entire ensemble. hair included.

you willed the overwhelming emotion, as a result of their support, that scalded your throat back down into your chest, where it settled warmly. an acknowledgment of the family you found in these people.

there was confusion on your part when they did not try to enter your home, instead lining up on the roofless section of the porch with you. you turned to emily for an answer; she wrapped an arm around your waist and directed your attention to where garcia had brought your son to the cars. the two emerged holding many balloons, all violet, and begun handing them out to the line up of you.

“do you want to say anything?” emily mumbled to you, while the others pointedly chattered to alleviate any pressure you may have felt.

you choked and shook your head.

emily cleared her throat, leaning on you as she said, “we love you, violet.”

and the balloons went up. nine of them, twirling skyward with no weight to hold them down. they flew up and east, with the wind, and you stood until the last one edged from your view.

the sun set, and streaked her colour across it’s domain, bathing you all in that light and love you didn’t expect to feel on that day. that gentle hand on your heart, reminding you that you were not alone, and she was not alone.

[wastheheart]

Horizon: Zero Dawn

@silcntsinners asked: “I’m sorry for your… loss.” (hello & thank you!)

It always startles her whenever she meets someone else at the small, quaint church Carlisle had chosen for her son's resting place. She sees people, of course, but her child's grave is apart from the others, tucked away in a quiet place beneath a tree that blooms with cherry blossoms in the spring.

She's not sure how long she's been standing here. Long since dead flowers are clasped against her chest, a new amalgamation of flowers freshly trimmed, placed and watered adorning the otherwise grey headstone.

The date will give it away— 1921. Has it really been that long?

And so, as she finally lifts her head to greet the face of the voice she heared, Esme lies. "Thank you, but he was my grandmother's son... I tend to his grave when I can, to keep both their memories alive." Her gaze can't help but journey back to the name, so recently refreshed to keep it from fading. Then, a grain of truth. "She never got over losing him."

[aliengirl]

aliengirl presents..... Growing with the Harts

Elle and James has veen married for almost 20 years now; their big dream was to have a family of their own, but Elle was struggling so much getting pregnant. When she finally did, they lost the baby. They were so excited with the pregnancy that they bought everything they could possible need to put together a nursery, that now would be empty. Since they already change their lifes to introduce a baby, why not stay on the plan? So they decided to adopt. That story repeated itself two more times, and everytime their lost a baby, they would give a home to a baby that lost their family. They was still trying to have a baby of their own (their kids are their world, but Elle really wanted to give birth), until she finally manages to have their rainbow baby, Íris <3

the next posts will be a day-to-day with that lovely family trying to adapt to their new baby!

[zuppizup]

For the DVD commentary ask game-

when you wrote that worried pregnant Rayla fic were you implying that Rayla had miscarried before? and why did you come up with the conclusion they would have a baby boy instead of the majority of the fandom tending to give them a baby girl?

i adored that fic btw

Ah, this fic, that I didn’t even name 😬

First and foremost, I elected to give them a boy precisely because girl babies (certainly first babies) seem more common in fandom and I wanted to even the score. 😅 Nothing particuarly deep there. Which is also why I had Rayla thinking the baby was a girl right up until he was born.

(I’ve actually got two WIPs where they have a boy baby, so I am working hard on evening those numbers!)

With any OCs (babies or adults), I write them to fulfil a role, rather than bringing in a fully developed character and working the fic around them, and whether or not the baby in those fics was a boy or a girl didn’t affect the overall fic.

(Anecdotally, speaking as a parent, the general consensus among the other parents in my acquaintance as well as medical professionals, is that baby boys are more clingy and needy, while baby girls are stronger and hardier. So, if I “want” a needy baby, I’m more inclined to make him a boy. 😆)

Regarding the theme of the ficlet…

I suppose it’s the scientist in me, so while, biologically elves and humans are obviously very similar, they’re different enough that I just can’t not believe halflings are less common than full elf or human children.

Spoiler tagging for discussion of miscarriage and infant loss.

I did touch on fertility issues in my Life is What Happens series, but more implied that, for unknown reasons, Rayla never seemed to be able to get pregnant, which is a different pain to the pain of being able to fall pregnant but suffering miscarriage (or in the case of that ficlet, repeated miscarriage). Again, these are issues they are incredibly common, even if people elect not to speak about them, and I thought it was an interesting topic to explore in fic.

DVD Commentary Ask Game

[rhcenyra]

YELLOWJACKETS ⇢ 2x06 | QUI

Why can’t you hear him crying?!

[maleficsin]

Left to wander, left to dissipate

Without you I will never be the same

Left to confide insecurity

When you disappeared you took a part of me

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 4: Eleía

Neither Éar nor her husband Orthós were changed much by the hardships of the last few months. They were still happy together, still spoiled their dogs, and still watched their friends have more and more children, while their own kept dying - except oldest son Húdros, of course.

Éar was distraught, but she kept busy. She kept as busy as she could, and they tried again. And again. And more small children came, and did not survive infancy.

Secretly, Éar wondered if she herself was being punished, for turning her back on the gods, so long ago, when she had become a wife instead of a priestess, like she had planned. It was possible, but could no longer be changed.

If her only contribution to this world was going to be Húdros, then it was good enough.