The early part of the morning had been quiet; then the beeper went off and it was the kind of call that a chaplain dreads.A young couple had come into hospital the previous afternoon to deliver their third child. Upon hooking the mom up to the monitor, it was found that the baby had died due to a nuchal cord. The mom had to labor, and about fourteen hours later she delivered Lindsey, a little girl with a cleft lip and some other problems.
The family was new to the area, in the middle of a job change, no family in the area, no church affiliation yet, no local friends. They talked about their 4-year-old daughter at home who was expecting a little sister, and needed to figure out how they were going to tell her what had happened. They had a 2-year-old son as well. Dad's parents were gone and Mom's mother very ill; their situation couldn't be much sadder.
They wanted to have Lindsey baptized, and so we talked about blessing vs. baptism. Baptism of a stillborn is theologically unsound, but I have done it anyway if it was important to the parents. This couple agreed to a blessing which was done with the same holy water and language as used in a baptism, only saying "bless" in place of baptize.
I liked them so much. After the blessing, I left them alone with their baby.
I returned a couple of hours later to deliver the certificate of blessing I'd prepared. The nurse told me that mom was having trouble giving the baby up but it was time for her to do that. When I went into the room, the dad was holding Lindsey and the mom was looking through the box that held the foot prints, the photos, the little cap and other things that the hospital had gathered for her. Off to one side was a metal table with wheels; this would be used to take the stillborn baby down to the morgue. Of course the mom was having trouble!
Dad asked if I wanted to hold the baby and when I had her it seemed as though it might be easier for the family if I took the baby from the room in my arms instead of the nurse taking her away on the metal table. We prayed together and they kissed her goodbye. It was so sad, and yet handing the baby to the chaplain (instead of putting her on the wheeled table) was somehow metaphorical for giving her back to God, and they were able to do that.
I was scolded by the nurse for risking infection by taking the baby in ungloved hands, but I didn't care. It was the right thing to do.
