IN MEMORY OF
ELIZABETH MARIE COFFEY
miscarried June 6, 1999.
by her parents Russell and Lori Coffey:
When I miscarried Elizabeth I was only 5 weeks into the pregnancy. I did not
know the real sex of my baby, but it helps to give the child I lost a name.
I am only 20 years old and have been married a little over a year. Every day
my heart aches for the child I lost, the child that I will never know.
I will never get to her my child's laughter, see her beautiful smile, or
hold her why she cries. There is so many things I would have done for
her, but I was never given the chance. Sometimes I wonder if it was my
ault, something I did to cause the miscarriage. I know that is crazy and
blaming yourself will not help matters, but I can't help it. every night I
pray that the Lord will bless us with another child, and that no one that I
know will have to know the loss of a child. It has been hard talking about it
because so many people do not understand. I have been told that it was not a
real baby because I was not that far along. I can't tell you how much that hurt me.
It was a real baby. I know that a lot of times people do not know what to say,
and I understand that. Sometimes not saying anything, but offering a hug is the
best thing they can do. I remember the day that I had my DNC so clearly, it was
July 6, 1999. Exactly one month from the day that I miscarried. I had to go
to the maternity ward to have my operation, and on the way back to my room I
passed the nursery were all the new babies were. Down the hall from my room was
a woman in labor. I was outraged that they had put me in the maternity ward.
When I left the hospital I had no baby in my arms. Nothing to show for the fact
that I had ever been pregnant. Yet there were women in those rooms who would leave
that place with a child in their arms and that made me sick. It is not as if I
was not happy for them, I was, but it just reminded me of what I didn't have.
That made my loss all that much harder to bare. I hope in the future hospitals
will do something about this. My final writing is going to be to our child.
Dear Elizabeth, I want you to know that your farther and I will never forget you.
You will always be on our minds and in our hearts. I know someday we will be
reunited, and I will finally get to hold you in my arms. Elizabeth I long for
that day. Love always your mother Lori and your father Russell.