I had something different in mind today, but my little trip to the mailbox brought about a different plan. There were three things in the mailbox: one political ad, another political ad, and one document-sized envelope from the Department of Vital Records. Doria’s birth certificate is here!! Yes, these are the things I get excited about. Doria’s birth certificate is here!!
Some good reading led to some good ideas today, but the best one is this one. I knew Doria’s life happened. Becky knew. Plenty of people knew. Now it’s documented. Doria really is certifiable, because they certified it 🙂
In a lot of ways, it doesn’t mean a whole lot. Even the title points to the ugly truth of it: “Certificate of Birth Leading to Stillbirth.” I looked at that and thought, “Thanks for rubbing it in,” but a good conversation led to a reminder that the standard birth certificate says “Certificate of Live Birth.” I suppose that they had to make a distinction, and this truly was not a live birth. Doria was dead a day before delivery.
The normal title used to seem like an odd choice of words. Now it turns out to be an important distinction. As hard as it is to believe, not every baby survives. It really isn’t a guarantee. In our case, we don’t get to have our daughter here, but I am very proud of our representatives for actually managing to come together to do something that helps a little. It’s one more nice memory for us that yes, we have a daughter.
It’s been a very quiet week, almost too normal. This was both a nice reminder and a sobering one. I’m glad to have it, and glad that we had Doria for the time we did.