In my article, Skip
Those Red Buckets, I warned of the Salvation Army’s promotion of abortion
for babies expected to have a short lifespan outside the womb. The story below is about the very short life of Aaron
Schreiner. It was originally published in Amazing
Grace for the Catholic Heart. Aaron
lived for only an hour, but he dramatically changed many lives in that one hour.
The Smallest Stone by Linda
Schreiner
After the results of my ultrasound, Dr. Christopher
sat down in a chair across from my husband, Craig and me. Her expression looked grim. We gripped each other’s hands tightly. “Your baby has
anencephaly.”
sat down in a chair across from my husband, Craig and me. Her expression looked grim. We gripped each other’s hands tightly. “Your baby has
anencephaly.”
“There’s a plate of cells called the neural plate
that rolls up to form the neural tube, which becomes the spine and brain,” the
doctor explained. “For some reason your baby’s tube did not seal properly,
so only the most primitive brain stem was able to develop.”
that rolls up to form the neural tube, which becomes the spine and brain,” the
doctor explained. “For some reason your baby’s tube did not seal properly,
so only the most primitive brain stem was able to develop.”
I pressed my knees together to stop them from
shaking. I pictured a child with a
gaping hole in its head. “What kind
of a life will it have?”
shaking. I pictured a child with a
gaping hole in its head. “What kind
of a life will it have?”
“These babies have just enough of a brain stem to
go full-term, but they rarely survive the birthing process,” Dr.
Christopher explained. “If they are
born alive, they usually live for only an hour or so.” Her eyes filled with tears. “I’m so sorry,” she said, pressing her
hand on ours.
go full-term, but they rarely survive the birthing process,” Dr.
Christopher explained. “If they are
born alive, they usually live for only an hour or so.” Her eyes filled with tears. “I’m so sorry,” she said, pressing her
hand on ours.
This was the last thing I had expected. I looked at Craig’s face. For once I was utterly at a loss for words.
“If you wish, you may terminate the pregnancy now,” she said in her
kindest tone. “I’ll leave you two
alone to discuss it.”
“If you wish, you may terminate the pregnancy now,” she said in her
kindest tone. “I’ll leave you two
alone to discuss it.”
As soon as the door closed Craig began to cry,
something I hadn’t seen him do since the joyful tears of our wedding day. “I’d have rather had a disabled
child,” he whispered.
something I hadn’t seen him do since the joyful tears of our wedding day. “I’d have rather had a disabled
child,” he whispered.
“Me too,”
I said through my tears. I put my
hand on my slightly rounded stomach, wanting to hold my baby close while I
still could. “I cannot end this
baby’s life,” I said.
I said through my tears. I put my
hand on my slightly rounded stomach, wanting to hold my baby close while I
still could. “I cannot end this
baby’s life,” I said.
“Neither can I,” Craig agreed.
****
“Push! You
can do it! Here comes the
head!” cried Dr. Christopher. I tried to forget that in a moment ‘hello’
would mean goodbye. Please God, let it
be born alive, I prayed and tried to concentrate on bearing down. “It’s a boy, and he’s alive!” cried Dr. Christopher in jubilation.
can do it! Here comes the
head!” cried Dr. Christopher. I tried to forget that in a moment ‘hello’
would mean goodbye. Please God, let it
be born alive, I prayed and tried to concentrate on bearing down. “It’s a boy, and he’s alive!” cried Dr. Christopher in jubilation.
Alive! It was
the moment I’d been praying for and yet dreading for the last six months. What if I was so repulsed by the way he
looked that I could not bring myself to hold him during his last moments with
us? She was turning toward me, bringing
him to me. I did not want to see his
head
the moment I’d been praying for and yet dreading for the last six months. What if I was so repulsed by the way he
looked that I could not bring myself to hold him during his last moments with
us? She was turning toward me, bringing
him to me. I did not want to see his
head
.
“Wait! Put a hat–“
“Wait! Put a hat–“
“Lisa, he needs you.” She put him in my arms.
The moment I held him nothing else mattered. “Oh my darling,” I murmured. At the sound of my voice he turned his face
toward mine, and the swollen lids parted just a little. He opened his mouth and made a tiny sound,
then closed his eyes and nestled down in his blanket. He didn’t seem to be in any distress at
all. The head I had been so afraid of
was small and ended just above his eyebrows in a little topknot of skin. I lifted the blanket. From the eyes down he was heartbreakingly
perfect. Craig put one finger into the tiny hand. We looked deeply into each other’s eyes and
smiled. It was a quiet sort of joy, but joy nonetheless.
toward mine, and the swollen lids parted just a little. He opened his mouth and made a tiny sound,
then closed his eyes and nestled down in his blanket. He didn’t seem to be in any distress at
all. The head I had been so afraid of
was small and ended just above his eyebrows in a little topknot of skin. I lifted the blanket. From the eyes down he was heartbreakingly
perfect. Craig put one finger into the tiny hand. We looked deeply into each other’s eyes and
smiled. It was a quiet sort of joy, but joy nonetheless.
We called Father Tom, even though it was after
midnight, and he arrived in record time.
My mother, brother, Craig’s sister, and her husband were
there. It was the only time I’d ever
seen my brother-in-law so subdued. He
wiped his eyes when he thought no one was looking. Aaron even had godparents there; some dear
friends had asked us if they could be his godparents after the anencephaly was diagnosed.
midnight, and he arrived in record time.
My mother, brother, Craig’s sister, and her husband were
there. It was the only time I’d ever
seen my brother-in-law so subdued. He
wiped his eyes when he thought no one was looking. Aaron even had godparents there; some dear
friends had asked us if they could be his godparents after the anencephaly was diagnosed.
Throughout the entire baptism, I felt a profound sense
of serenity. It was tinged with sadness,
but for one hour we celebrated the gift of our child. No sooner had Father Tom pronounced the final
blessing, when Aaron suddenly felt different to me.
of serenity. It was tinged with sadness,
but for one hour we celebrated the gift of our child. No sooner had Father Tom pronounced the final
blessing, when Aaron suddenly felt different to me.
“Would you check him please?” I asked the nurse.
She placed the stethoscope on his tiny chest. “He’s gone.” She pressed her lips together and tears
welled in her eyes.
welled in her eyes.
The next morning my brother came to visit me. “Lisa,
you know I’m not a religious person, but there was a holy feeling in that room
last night.”
you know I’m not a religious person, but there was a holy feeling in that room
last night.”
“I felt it too.”
“You know what’s really weird? After I left the hospital last night, I went
home and actually opened my Bible. I
don’t think I’ve touched it since Dad left Mom.
I read exactly what I needed to hear and started to bawl like a
baby.”
home and actually opened my Bible. I
don’t think I’ve touched it since Dad left Mom.
I read exactly what I needed to hear and started to bawl like a
baby.”
The funeral was lovelier than any I’ve been to before
or since. My friends in the diocesan
choir outdid themselves. It was a
perfect spring day. The sweet smell of
damp earth was in the air. I was able to
walk away from that little casket without a tear. I knew that was not where Aaron was.
or since. My friends in the diocesan
choir outdid themselves. It was a
perfect spring day. The sweet smell of
damp earth was in the air. I was able to
walk away from that little casket without a tear. I knew that was not where Aaron was.
At the luncheon I made a beeline for Yasi, one of my
favorite cousins. “How’s
Ken?” I asked.
favorite cousins. “How’s
Ken?” I asked.
“Funny you should ask,” she laughed. “You know how I’ve been agonizing over
whether to marry him? Well, we had plans
for today, but I was sure Ken would understand my going to the funeral. Instead, he
hit the ceiling. “
whether to marry him? Well, we had plans
for today, but I was sure Ken would understand my going to the funeral. Instead, he
hit the ceiling. “
“I’m so sorry,” I said.
“Don’t be,” she said. “I don’t think I ever would have been
able to see him for what he was if not for Aaron. I broke up with him, and I couldn’t be
happier!”
able to see him for what he was if not for Aaron. I broke up with him, and I couldn’t be
happier!”
The day after the funeral our neighbor Molly dropped
off a loaf of freshly baked bread and a card.
In the card, she wrote about a baby girl she had lost in the late
fifties. She had never been allowed to
see the baby. She never
experienced closure until she went to Aaron’s funeral. “Now,” she wrote, “I am at peace with it.”
off a loaf of freshly baked bread and a card.
In the card, she wrote about a baby girl she had lost in the late
fifties. She had never been allowed to
see the baby. She never
experienced closure until she went to Aaron’s funeral. “Now,” she wrote, “I am at peace with it.”
A few days later my mood was especially bleak. It had been gray, cold, and rainy since
the funeral. I huddled on the couch
when Craig came in with the mail. There
was a card from Healing the Children, the organization we had encouraged people
to donate their memorials to. They wrote
that they had received enough money to fly two children from Nicaragua to the
U.S. for life-saving operations. One of
the children was a little girl with a cyst the size of an adult fist in her
nasal passage.
the funeral. I huddled on the couch
when Craig came in with the mail. There
was a card from Healing the Children, the organization we had encouraged people
to donate their memorials to. They wrote
that they had received enough money to fly two children from Nicaragua to the
U.S. for life-saving operations. One of
the children was a little girl with a cyst the size of an adult fist in her
nasal passage.
I stared out the window at a puddle on the front
landing. It had stopped raining. A tiny drop of water fell into the puddle forming
small ripples. It occurred to me that
Aaron was like a tiny stone that had been tossed into an immense lake. Even the smallest stone creates ripples.
landing. It had stopped raining. A tiny drop of water fell into the puddle forming
small ripples. It occurred to me that
Aaron was like a tiny stone that had been tossed into an immense lake. Even the smallest stone creates ripples.
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