Fertility Diaries: They Dreamed of Motherhood Together
By Gina Shaw
As Jenny, Jody, and Carrie each face their own unique challenges, the
friendship that has supported them on the path to becoming moms only grows
For the past several months, REDBOOK has followed the lives of three friends
from the Cleveland area on their moving journey through infertility and
pregnancy and into parenthood. In this installment, Jenny Taylor, 27, faces the
anniversary of her son's death from sudden infant death syndrome (SIDS) along
with her first Mother's Day with 9-month-old Nora. Carrie Brainerd, 31, who had
no difficulty becoming pregnant, enjoys her daughter's first months while
recovering from a debilitating labor injury. And after a long struggle to get
pregnant through infertility treatments, Jody Urbas, 33, finds out if she's
having a boy or a girl.
For Jenny Taylor, Mother's Day 2007 was bittersweet. She reveled in the
sunny personality of her daughter, Nora, who was now enthusiastically crawling
around the house in pursuit of the family cat. "We had a barbecue picnic in
the park with my husband's family for Mother's Day, and it felt so good to
finally be celebrated as a mother," says Jenny.
But she couldn't help missing the child who had first made her a mother —
son Andrew Wyatt, who had died of SIDS two days after his birth in May 2005.
Just a week after Mother's Day, Jenny wrote in her journal: "Andrew would
be 2 today. Happy birthday, son. I hope you know how much Mommy and Daddy miss
you." Two days later, she and husband Sean, 37, mourned the anniversary of
Andrew's death on May 22, a day they call his "angel day."
Jenny: I can't believe it's been two years. Some days it seems like
yesterday. I can still get that same feeling — you know, the one that feels
like not only did you just have your heart ripped out of your chest but you
also got run over by a Mack truck? And then, sometimes, it seems like a
lifetime ago. His birthday fell on Sunday this year, and some of the songs we
sang during Mass just hit home with Sean and me, so we shed a few tears. Then
we visited Andrew's grave site. I was feeling so thankful for Nora, but I also
miss him so much. You have all these thoughts like, I'd have a 2-year-old
now instead of a 9-month-old. But if I had him, I wouldn't necessarily have
her. As much as I try to just be thankful for having her, ultimately there is
still some anger at not having him.