“Too Deep for Tears” is a book I would not have chosen to write. Few would probably choose to read it. It isn’t a pleasant
read. It isn’t a cosy novel to curl up with by the fire, nor is it an
intellectual tome from which scholars can learn. It is a deeply personal story,
about the birth and unexpected death of our first child.
It is a story which is at the same time both unique and
universal.
The few who have read it - including the neurosurgeon who
cared for our son, and our GP, have called it a powerful and moving read which
reduced them to tears. For me, the pain I still carry for our longed for and
much loved son is so deeply entrenched that it is invariably too deep for
tears, though a sudden memory can have me weeping in an instant.
Gregory was unexpectedly born disabled, suffering from
spina bifida and hydrocephalus after a catalogue of errors through pregnancy
and labour. I believe that he was in fact stillborn. After two operations, and
being placed on life support for three days, we were faced with every parents’
worse nightmare - of having to remove him from this when told that he couldn’t
sustain life independently.
He died in our arms, the blow being made all the harder
by the fact that this was the first opportunity we had had of being able to
hold him.
It was his neurosurgeon who encouraged me to write his
story; although I had determined myself after seeing all he had been put
through in his short life that his life would not have been in vain. Before he
died I made him a promise - not knowing how
I could fulfil it - a promise that his life would make a difference; that it
wouldn’t be swept under the carpet as some of the medical staff involved in the
early days tried to do.
I learned so much from Gregory. I doubt that any parent
would choose to have a disabled child, but I do know that I came to unequivocally love him. I started to look at disability and illness through
different eyes. I began to learn a new respect for all differences, whether
cultural, political or religious.
I realised that our lives would be empty without children,
and Gregory paved the way for our other two children. Genetic counselling informed
that taking folic acid prior to conception and in early pregnancy can
significantly reduce the risks of having a baby with a neural tube defect. And
so I set about writing his story and enjoying my other children, writing about
events exactly as they had happened.
My book doesn’t fit into any particular genre of writing,
not even – thank goodness, the dreaded misery memoir, as Gregory has in so many ways had a positive influence on our lives, as well as
what happened being a lasting tragedy. “Too Deep for Tears” I expect will
never be a commercial success, but as I
watched my other children grow up I felt that at the very least by writing
Gregory’s story that it will if nothing else be a lasting legacy for them of
their older brother – our first son, who in my thoughts over all
these years I have seen shadow their every milestone.
The Brit Writers competition afforded me an opportunity
to submit my book in the non fiction unpublished category. I was overwhelmed
when I discovered that it had been
short listed from so many entries. It didn’t win, but to
have been a finalist is reward enough.
I would like to thank all involved at Brit Writers for
this opportunity and I take enormous pride in being a finalist – a very fitting
tribute to my son, Gregory.
by Francesca Nield
Brit Writers
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You must be so proud and it serves as a dignified memorial for your son.
ReplyDeleteYour words had me in floods. I wish you all the best with Too Deep For Tears xx
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