Labor Day

What could be more ironic than being induced on Labor Day at 20 weeks?

How about going through natural childbirth to deliver a dead baby?

Well this pregnancy I was not anywhere near 100% raw vegan. I was merely a vegetarian. Thankfully I now feel certain that there isn't anything I did or could have done to prevent my now three miscarriages. Talking to other moms of miscarriages has also helped me feel like I'm still "normal".

I delivered Quinn Jubilee Owen while on vacation at Myrtle Beach on September 7, 2010 at 3:15 am.


Here is a poem I wrote about this experience:

THE MORNING AFTER LABOR DAY by Debbie Owen



In the morn I wash my eyes with tears of dreams turned nightmares.

What have I done?

I killed my baby.



No, no, no,

gum drops and sugar plum fairies ripped him from my womb last night

as I screamed in pain.

Why did I let them take him?



His little feet couldn’t kick,

his tiny hands couldn’t reach for me,

his eyes were closed to this world

and his heart was not mine anymore.



So I pushed and pushed him out

of my life

in hopes to one day see him in the next.



And now I lay here empty.