This is my husband’s first Father’s Day. Of course, we expected my stomach would still be big and round on this day. We thought we would be excitedly preparing for the twins arrival in a few short months. I had a gift planned out for Dan (I’m still going to give it to him) that he could use with the babies. We will still celebrate him because he is still a father.
He is still a Father. Dad. Daddy. Before the twins died I was talking to a classmate of mine who was working on a qualitative study about how fathers feel after stillbirth. At the time we never thought anything would happen to our own children. But I listened intently as this Dad/fellow classmate explained to me the way society often bypasses fathers after infant loss. He told me about how he had lost a baby and the message he repeatedly received in her wake was that he needed to be strong and take care of his wife. Rarely did someone ask him how he felt about being a Dad. I remembered thinking about how I wanted to be really intentional in recognizing how much of a Dad my husband already was through our pregnancy. It was important that he knew that his role started before their birth and that I recognized it. So often, we assume a Mom becomes a Mom when she gets pregnant and a Dad becomes a Dad when the baby arrives. But, Dan did all kinds of fatherly things for them while I was pregnant. He maxxed out their college fund. He bought a Spanish children’s CD so he could learn with them. He checked on me all the time. He carried a soccer ball around the house prepping for Finnian. He imagined what things he would tell Maisie so she felt adored. He talked about where he wanted to take our family during the summers and what kinds of cars he would get the kids. And not just in an imaginary sense, but in a future budgeting preparation. He made sure every craving of jalapeno poppers, strawberries, lemonade, pasta, or burritos was immediately satisfied as though the order came straight from the kids. He attended every single doctors appointment. I will never forget our first ultrasound. D clutched my hand as we waited to find out if we had one or two healthy babies. Then he said, “That’s the heartbeat!” Before me or the nurse saw it. I will never forget the sound of excitement in his voice. That sound rang through my ears through the whole pregnancy – in all our life together I had never heard quite the sound of that fearfully excited wonder from him. Dan’s only access to the twins was through me until their birth, until he held them gently in his arms. I will never forget the look on his face in the hospital – the way his lips curled in pride as he looked at them before cratering into tears. I remember the way he gently kissed their heads and told them he would always love them. I remember listening to his whisper and hearing the furious rush of love behind his words. Still, more people reached out to wish him condolences after the loss of our dog than our twins. Rarely does anyone (except other grieving fathers) ask him about the babies, or his experience with it all, or even how he is. And he doesn’t reach out about it. He’s generally quiet anyways. And men grieve differently. D went right into ‘do’ mode after the twins died. He tore up our deck and put it back together. He made over the yard. He threw himself into work and began producing more. He started making plans for trips. He is training for a run. He is doing. My own Dad has been grieved for 12 Father’s Days this year. He also went into do mode in his grief for many, many years. He will talk to me about memories of Rachael or what happened or how he wished things were different. And hovering under his words, unsaid, is simply “I miss Rachael.” I know he does. He misses her every single day. In the hospital, my Dad was the last to leave the day I was admitted. On that first day we didn’t know what would happen. The prediction was that we would likely lose Finnian but that I may stay in the hospital 3 months trying to nurture Maisie. At one point the staff did an ultrasound to see how both the babies were. I could only see my Dad and Dan standing side-by-side looking at the screen. Grandfather and Father side-by-side watching the tech check for heartbeats and movement. Finnian had lost all his fluid but had a strong heart beat. Then they panned to Maisie and she too had a strong heart beat. As the tech focused in on her, Maisie wildly bounced (as she often did) and both Dad and Dan jumped and said, “Did you see that!” Patting each other on the back and excitedly talking about our sweet girl …. This is one of the last visuals I have of being pregnant. My Dad was also the first to arrive the next day when I went into labor. He showed up at 4:30 in the morning to be a support to Dan and me. A few short hours later he was consoling us. He reluctantly and with absolute despair inducted Dan into the grieving father’s club. He hugged him and kissed my forehead. And then he told us how proud he was of both of us as parents. We are both parents. If you know a man that had a child or infant die, they are grieving this Father’s Day. Please take a moment when you see that Dad to pat him on the back and tell him their child was so lucky to have them. “Finnian and Maisie were so lucky to have you.” “Rachael was so lucky to have you.” And then wait while he clears his throat … he might talk to you about it, he might bring up a sports team, he might swig his beer, nod is head and move on. But you will have told him in a very simple way that you remember his children, that you recognize he is a Dad still, and that he is a damn good one.
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Melissa Fortner
6/16/2016 09:54:17 am
Rachel, I can not even begin to imagine what you and your husband have been through. My heart aches for you. I often think of you and your family. 1 thing we do have in common, and I do badly wish we didn't. I will be thinking of your husband and your dad this upcoming Sunday. Prayers for you all.
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6/17/2016 11:54:29 am
Thank you Melissa. I think of your family all the time as well. Thinking of your Dad this weekend as well as all of you.
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Terri Kness
6/16/2016 10:11:03 am
Tiffany, your words are amazing. I think about you, Danny and the twins daily. You are both incredible strong. Thanks for sharing your feelings and thoughts with us.
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6/17/2016 11:55:25 am
Thank you Terri, we greatly appreciate all your love and support!
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Ranetta
6/16/2016 11:12:21 am
Perfect in sorrow and joy.
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Sharah
6/16/2016 01:50:20 pm
Absolutely beautiful Tiffany! Thank you for sharing from your heart. So blessed to know you!!
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6/17/2016 12:00:13 pm
Thanks Sharah! That blessing goes both ways :)
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Louise
6/16/2016 11:24:06 pm
Tiffany, I am Becky's best friend from high school. After seeing your blog through FB friends with Christi, I wrote you last week via the "contact" drop down at the top of your blog. Did you receive it?
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Debbie
6/17/2016 10:22:44 am
Oh, Tiffany. After reading this, my heart is so heavy for you and Dan. I am so sorry for your loss of your sweet babies, and for the pain you will always carry. I love you, and we need to plan a coffee time soon. ❤️
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6/17/2016 12:02:43 pm
Thank you, Debbie. We are learning every day how to integrate this painful loss into our lives. Those darling babies made a deep imprint on our hearts - we will always carry that. I'd love to have coffee! My number is the same as before :)
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Nikki
6/18/2016 11:33:00 am
Oh Tiffany, I'm so sorry for the loss of your twins. I can't even imagine. Praying for a peace and comfort over you and your husband.
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