Laila, Held for a moment: A Memoir
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Twenty-four, fresh out of college, and beginning a career in finance, the moment Leah Mele-Bazaz learned she was pregnant, she thought, I want this baby. Her boyfriend, Gautam, felt the same, and for the next six months, they were ready to move heaven and earth to welcome their daughter into the world.
Then the unthinkable happened. At twenty-six weeks gestation they got the worst news that confirmed her biggest fear: their daughter, Laila, had no detectable heartbeat. The news shattered her, upending her newlywed bliss and sending her into a downward spiral of depression from which she felt she would never recover. But amid this despair, Leah would find lights to guide her out of the darkness: Gautam's support, a dog from the shelter, her passion for running, and, above all, an unwavering love for Laila.
In this heart-wrenching memoir, Leah Mele-Bazaz shares her experience with the devastation of stillbirth. Her inspiring journey from loss and anguish to newfound hope and healing shows there's a way to live when our children are no longer with us.
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Laila, Held for a moment - Leah Mele-Bazaz
Praise for Laila: Held for a Moment
"The best way to write of a personal heartbreak is not to cry in prose, but rather to simply tell the story, and let the reader cry for you. Leah Mele-Bazaz understands this rule, writes accordingly, and so has produced a tale of shock, suffering and recovery in restrained, straightforward terms that amount to something ultimately beautiful. Laila: Held for a Moment may be held for a lifetime."
—Roger Rosenblatt, author of Making Toast and Kayak Morning
Mele-Bazaz, a wife, mother, and debut author, recounts the stillbirth of her first daughter in the 26th week of pregnancy . . . it’s a moving and necessary account of a painful event and its emotional aftermath.
—Kirkus Reviews
Having endured the all-too-often-hidden grief of stillbirth, Leah Mele-Bazaz has refused to remain silent, bravely taking us through her hardest days. This book is an unflinching testament to mother love and survival.
—Monica Wesolowska, author of Holding Silvan: A Brief Life
"Laila: Held for a Moment is a beautifully written and honest retelling of one of the most painful things a human can experience: the loss of a child. You’ll find comfort in Leah’s story and end up feeling as though you’ve just been sitting with a friend."
—Christy Wopat, author of Almost a Mother: Love, Loss, and Finding Your People When Your Baby Dies
An intimate and elegantly written testimony of grief, resilience, and the power of love. What a gift to read this big-hearted, inspiring memoir.
—Alexia Arthurs, author of How to Love a Jamaican
"Poignant, raw, and heart wrenching in every way, Laila: Held for a Moment offers an unfiltered view of a mother’s grief while pulling readers one step at a time through the healing process. In the end, Leah Mele-Bazaz runs her way to freedom and to rebirth, proving that life can begin again. And love can too."
—Julie Cantrell, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Perennials
"In her preface, Leah Mele-Bazaz offers the reader a kindness that life did not provide her: the forewarning that her baby daughter, Laila, would not survive. That’s smart to set aside, because in the end, this is not a memoir about death. At once frank, wise, and compulsively readable, this is the specific story of how a nervous young mother renews her grip on life after dreams come to a heart-breaking end, while at the same time evoking a story that all mothers will recognize: that tenuous walk between holding on and letting go.
—Kathryn Craft, award-winning author of The Far End of Happy and The Art of Falling
"Laila: Held for a Moment will hold you and hold you. The pain of loss and separation is the true life story that moves Leah Mele-Bazaz to the revelations that saturate being. Our legislators feed us the myth of uneventful pregnancy, yet childbearing is hardly uniform. This is the heroic story of motherhood too seldom revealed yet frequently experienced. Through her grieving, a mother who questions how she can survive her daughter’s death sets out on a journey to do the difficult and necessary work of healing. As beautifully written as is necessary to tell."
—Harriet Levin Millan, author of How Fast Can You Run: a Novel Based on the Life of Michael Majok Kuch
"Laila: Held for a Moment is lyrical and immediate, reading like a memoir dressed in poetry; but it also has the feel of a novel, which the best memoirists accomplish, molding story out of their own hearts and souls."
—Nomi Eve, author of Henna House and The Family Orchard
"Raw, unflinching, and beautifully written, Laila: Held for a Moment tells a story of heartbreaking loss and unending love. Leah Mele-Bazaz’s devotion to her daughter shines through in this moving memoir about the intersection between grief and motherhood. A must-read."
—Kerry Rea, author of The Wedding Ringer and Lucy On The Wild Side
Versions of this story appeared as follows:
*Chapter Ten appeared in Barren Magazine
*Chapter Eleven appeared in Macro Magazine
This book is based on real events though names of certain places and people have been changed in order to protect the privacy of individuals.
Laila: Held for a Moment
Copyright © 2022 by Leah Mele-Bazaz
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission from the publisher, except as provided by the United States of America copyright law or brief quotations embodied in articles and reviews.
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ISBN (paperback): 9781955119337
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022903563
Printed in the United States of America
To Laila
Contents
Preface
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Acknowledgments
About the author
Preface
The Great American Eclipse arrived for the first time in a hundred years. Like others, curiosity nudged me to step out of the office to witness the commotion. The full moon blotted out the afternoon sun like a shaded bubble in a standardized test. For a few moments, the city hid in total darkness. Days later, I found out I was expecting my daughter.
After she died, the darkness returned, and the sun seemed to disappear for months, even years. For a while, silence suffocated me. At a young age, I had learned from my great-grandmother Hilda’s experience that children shouldn’t die, and if they do, it’s kept in the dark.
Hilda had a daughter, Diane, that no one ever spoke about. Diane suffered a brain injury as an infant from a collapsed crib, and never was the same after. Growing up, Diane often tried to escape her home into busy streets until my great-grandfather learned of a place to send her.
Diane had been institutionalized. I imagined Hilda’s hands shaking in the passenger seat as she prayed the Rosary in her mind, pleading silently with God for her girl to be safe while my great-grandfather drove them to the state facility. Hilda often visited, telling her other daughter, my grandmother, that the living conditions were horrible; the children looked like they were kept in cages.
I had only overheard bits and pieces about Diane and why she had never returned. She escaped her room one day and was found outside, eating grass. I imagined her running down the narrow, winding halls, fleeing through the doors, splaying herself on a patch of the vast grounds of the asylum in her long white gown as the rain poured down on her. She swallowed handfuls and died shortly after at the age of sixteen.
Hilda never learned the cause of death. What if her daughter had died from one of those terrible procedures? What if someone had hurt her? I wondered if Hilda had tried to find the records of her daughter at the state asylum, if she had conducted an autopsy of her daughter, like I had for Laila.
Over the years, I watched my great-grandmother grieve in silence. No one ever mentioned that daughter. You could sometimes hear Hilda calling out for her in her sleep, My sweet girl, Diane.
Hilda visited the grave each year on the girl’s birthday, looming over her headstone as she leaned on her marble-colored cane. Her daughter’s plot was in between hers and her husband’s. I’ll be next to my baby and husband soon,
she’d tell me as I clasped her soft, veiny hand. She had cloudy blue eyes and smelled of lavender and Pond’s cream. A patterned scarf covered her pure-white hair, which she always kept pinned back with bobby pins. Although Hilda lived one hundred and one years, I never dared to ask her about her daughter’s death; I knew it had caused estrangement within the family.
Grievers often talk about the blurred line between life and death after a loved one dies. Some see signs from their loved ones from beyond, like a red robin visiting their doorstep. Hilda had been born with a veil
over her head, known as an en caul birth, emerging from the birth canal while still tucked inside the translucent amniotic sac. In Norway, where her mother was from, our ancestors believed this extremely rare occurrence meant she was gifted with second sight. Sailors would even bring the baby’s caul with them to prevent their ships from sinking.
Hilda was clairvoyant, a trait passed down my maternal line. She could sense who was calling her before caller ID was invented. She also saw things. The day her brother tragically died in a car accident, she was sitting in her living room when a white apparition flashed across the window, so intense that even my grandmother saw it. That’s my brother,
she said in a hollow voice. When my great-grandmother saw things like that, it was taken as fact.
Like my great-grandmother, I’ve often experienced moments of intuition and have seen otherworldly, haunting things. It started with visions at night. I would wake up screaming from the sight of a woman at the foot of my bed, or a man without a head walking around in boxers. I’d call for my mother, and she would give me orange juice out of my pink sippy cup to lull me back to sleep. The pediatrician called them night terrors and said I would outgrow them, but I never did.
I have often experienced this gift of second sight with my daughter, seeing and hearing things I was afraid to recognize. Perhaps, all along, I knew my baby would die and there was nothing I could do, no matter how hard I tried. This story is my caul, and I hang it here in hopes of preventing other sailors’ ships from sinking.
Chapter One
You’re pregnant. I tried to shake the small whisper I kept hearing over and over again. A few weeks ago, a small voice had said, You just conceived, after I spent the night with my boyfriend, Gautam. I was on the pill and doubted that had really happened, but later I felt the possibility of a pregnancy with such intensity that I found myself at the pharmacy on my lunch break.
Tugging my light cardigan around my shoulders, I scanned the aisles until I found the family planning section, categorized under Feminine Health.
Go figure. As I passed the hygiene products and cranberry pills, the sneaking suspicion that I was pregnant grew on me. The tests were shelved next to the lube and condoms, and even the cheapest one was sealed in a glass case that would require an employee to unlock it. I pressed my finger on the buzzer to get the attention of the staff. A loud beeping emanated from the speaker, making blood rush to my face. When the employee handed me the box, I avoided eye contact and rushed to the counter.
As I paid the twenty bucks for the pregnancy test, I still wasn’t sure why I was bothering to buy one, let alone in the middle of a workday. My period was supposed to arrive soon, but that inner voice had been growing louder all day. Work was a little slow, and I had to know, so I jammed the cardboard box into my shoulder bag and hurried back to my office.
As a recent college graduate, it was unusual that I had my own office at the finance firm. The stuffy yellow-carpeted office was hardly larger than a closet, piled with recording equipment for the financial podcast I helped produce. But still, it was a room of my own. Its noise-canceling oak doors and lack of windows provided me privacy from the men in the bullpen when I needed it. I’d done my best to make it mine, adding a circular, embroidered carpet that Gautam had bought me during his last trip to Delhi.
The moment I walked in, I spotted a stack of blazers lying over the back of my chair that I hadn’t gotten around to taking to the dry cleaners. After hanging them on the hook behind the door, I slid off my work mules beneath the desk, took a seat, and got to work.
The possibility of motherhood swirled around my mind like a milky cappuccino. If I were pregnant, Gautam would be a good dad. I’d witnessed how good he was with his young nephews. We had been together for a year, and that was notable. My relationships usually had a shelf life like a carton of milk: Sweet at first, but they’d sour fast. Gautam was different, maybe because he was thirteen years older than me and more mature.
On our first date, I didn’t scare him away. I had recently completed Reiki training with a spiritualist, and all I could talk about was spirituality and the beyond. The training had heightened my abilities to see otherworldly things. I rambled on about how I had communicated with a good friend’s deceased aunt and how she’d told me about a family heirloom tucked away in