Jake’s Story… Loving and Losing Tierney and Eden

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  • March 11, 2014

Jake’s Story… Loving and Losing Tierney and Eden

I wish I was writing to share one of my many accomplishments. I wish I was a best-selling author, a local lottery winner, a famous philanthropist or teacher of the year. Sadly I am none of those things. I wish I was writing to share I make the best Arroz con Gandules… I was once a movie extra… and I am an avid fundraiser and volunteer. All of these things are true. But instead I am writing to show another side of me, a side that is much harder to share, a side that shows both my weakness and my strength.

I am writing because first on January 21, 2011, and then again on February 4, 2011; I became a statistic. I became a face of pregnancy loss. My loss has altered the course of my life. I only carried them for 21 and 23 weeks respectively but my girls changed me forever.

Previously I had been in a long-term relationship that produced three healthy, full term babies. I met my current husband just a few months after the breakup and was a bit shy about starting over, but I did. After marrying in 2005 we decided to start a family, a big blended one, and in my early thirties I once again became pregnant.

I miscarried once again short time later, and again 2009 and 2010 I lost an additional two pregnancies. Tests confirmed I was healthy and was told it was a fluke. I tried again.

In the Fall of 2010, I became pregnant again. This time we found out I was carrying twins. By now I was thirty-nine, had chronic hypertension1 but was otherwise very healthy and active.

My fourth pregnancy was uneventful.  I passed the “three-month-mark2 ” the mark that women are led to believe is a golden symbol of a healthy pregnancy. I knew nothing at this time about second trimester labor3 , cervical incompetence4 , or low lying placenta5 , and I certainly didn’t know the statistics in America. Until I became one.

Halfway through my pregnancy I was hospitalized, told my twin daughters were going to die and that I was going to die. I started to dilate without symptoms (I later learned due to cervical incompetence).  A week earlier I had been given an clean bill of health and told things couldn’t be better!

I lost my first daughter on January 21, 2011. It was a hazy and difficult labor and she passed away during her breech delivery6 . I then had a procedure called “intertwin delayed delivery7 without cerclage8 ” to save my other daughter, but sadly, two weeks later, on February 4, 2011, I lost my second daughter. She was born alive but a few days shy of the “viable” 24-week hospital policy9 for life-saving assistance. During this time I began hemorrhaging10 and my vitals dropped. My statistics were not conducive with life. I was, from a medical standpoint, dying;  and I was rushed into emergency surgery.

Our baby passed away in her dad’s arms sometime during my lifesaving procedure. He didn’t know if I would survive either. I did, but required multiple blood transfusions11 and months of recovery.

I was heartbroken and wanted to know “who else lived through this?” and why. Why did this happen?

Every day mothers in America join me in this statistic. Every 20 minutes a baby dies12.


As each year passes I move further and further away from the day I was able to hold my daughters. There is not a day that passes that I do not think about them. The curiosity about what they would be doing, saying, how their little voices would sound and how they would take care of their little brother. Would Tierney still look like me? Would Eden still look like her dad? I talk to them. I look at their pictures. I keep them on my dresser.

My two tiny little daughters were dressed and wearing tiny hats and wrapped in blankets thanks to “Minutes of Gold.”13 I had no idea this wonderful organization existed; volunteers who make tiny bereavement garments for babies born too soon, and donate the items to hospitals. Babies like mine. I am grateful for them because they realize these are tiny babies, not just numbers in a statistical listing.

In their pictures it looks like they are sleeping.

The first year was especially difficult. I had to learn to live with this new and unfamiliar person I now was. People reacted differently to me, to my family. Some avoided us and some were overbearing. I knew I had changed forever but didn’t want it so visible to the outside world. It upset me when I could finally physically leave the house and friends would bring my loss up. I wanted to talk about my girls but on my terms. When I did bring them up I could see I was making someone uncomfortable. If I mentioned Tierney or Eden by name, it would cause awkwardness; they didn’t understand that I still feel them and I will carry my daughters with me until we are reunited. Every day I strive to honor their brief time with us.  Finding a balance was difficult.

I started thinking, almost obsessing, about the other statistics out there. I searched high and low for peers and I couldn’t find anyone willing to talk. I live in a large urban city. Why hadn’t I ever heard these statistics before? It started to hit me that I had to act. I had to honor my daughters and help other families. I needed to raise awareness and change the course of my life.

If they had lived, my life would be different, but because they died my life has changed.

On their birthdays we honor them and celebrate their short lives. Recently on Tierney’s 3rd birthday we went to the beach, had a picnic dinner, with all my kids and some close friends. We all released flowers into the ocean and at sundown we lit a floating lantern and sent it off into the sky. We watched it float out of our sight and move into hers. She will always know we love her and think of her and her baby sister often. I’ve been wondering how other families are processing grief and memorializing their children.

I began reaching out to other mothers and, as word spread about my story and candidness, I started to receive emails from many others.   I knew that some people I loved had also experienced loss. Every 20 minutes in America a baby dies. Post-loss I had several friends join me in the “twenty-minute club.” A club no one wants to join or even discuss. I broke down in my new OBGYN’s office and asked “Where are my peers? Based on statistics you must come across mothers like me often?  Please, if anyone is looking for a peer, send them my information.”

One week later, in a moment my OB dubbed “serendipitous” she had a mother, a woman who experienced two second trimester pregnancy losses including twin girls a week ago. Drafting the first email to a woman I never met but already in a way knew was difficult. Then the words started to flow.  She responded and we became friends. People began sharing stories and connections related to loss, both personal or “they knew someone.” They always ask, “Jake, are you willing to talk to them?” The answer is yes.  It didn’t take long to realize I needed formal training in order to translate this into full-time mission.

Last year I registered for a birth and bereavement course. I recently completed my birth and bereavement certification program and intend to continue my studies in bereavement.

I am just a mom, but I didn’t want you to read about me for this reason. My dreams really were of winning the lottery, philanthropy, teaching or becoming a best-selling author. You know my name because I love my daughters. You know my name because I want to help others, and in a way my dreams did come true. I am translating my grief while honoring my daughters’ memories by opening myself up and exposing a raw and real side through writing, continuing education, raising funds and awareness about preterm birth and loss, as well as donating money and time. Helping others? Well, that is worth the weight in gold.

I love you Tierney and Eden!

Jennifer “Jake” McKenna Ibarra is an SBD University graduate, San Francisco Native and mother to six including her preterm twin angels. Her personal experience combined with extensive birth and bereavement training make her an invaluable asset to the DoulaSpot team.

*Photo courtesy of Jake and her family

  1. http://www.babycenter.com/0_chronic-hypertension-during-pregnancy_1427404.bc 

  2. http://moondaisy.hubpages.com/hub/The-First-Three-Months-of-Pregnancy—Keeping-the-Secret 

  3. http://www.sharecare.com/health/pregnancy-complications/what-premature-labor 

  4. http://www.babycenter.com/0_cervical-insufficiency-incompetent-cervix_1425796.bc 

  5. http://www.babycenter.com.au/a830/low-lying-placenta-after-20-weeks-placenta-praevia 

  6. http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/patientinstructions/000623.htm 

  7. http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC539248/ 

  8. http://americanpregnancy.org/pregnancycomplications/cervicalcerclage.html 

  9. http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK11389/ 

  10. http://www.aafp.org/afp/2007/0315/p875.html 

  11. http://www.medicinenet.com/blood_transfusion/article.htm 

  12. http://www.childrensdefense.org/child-research-data-publications/moments-in-america-for-children.html 

  13. http://minutesofgold.blogspot.com/ 


  • Erika says:

    Heartbreaking and beautiful. Keep up the great work in helping others live through loss. Faith & Tierney must be so proud of their mommy. xo

    • Jake says:

      Erika thank you so much for reading my first blog and understanding how important it is. I will help other families while honoring my daughters.

  • Karen Rodriguez says:

    This is absolutely amazing! This story is beautifully written and truly touches my soul. I am also a “statistic”. On June 11th 2005, I went into preterm labor at 21 weeks and delivered my twins, Aiden and Gisella. They were born alive but would pass away shortly after birth. They too, we’re clothed by the Minutes of Gold charity. The dresses these volunteers hand make are exquisite considering how small they have to be made. That is what makes them so special. The chance as a mother to bathe, dress and swaddle your newborn babies with these clothes is a beautiful experience, since you know this will be the only time it will be done.

    I was actually directed to this article by a member of the Minutes of Gold organization. Please remember this is a non-profit organization based off of donations and volunteers. If you are able to donate or contribute in any way, please contact them at minutesofgold@hotmail.com

    • Jake says:

      Karen thank you for having the courage to share your story and read mine. It is awesome to hear from another minutes of gold recipient and their importance. I am so sorry for your loss.

  • Stephanie says:

    Your story is beautiful:). I have not lost a child, so I do not know the pain and grief it must cause. The birthdates were ironic for me, my moms birthday is January 21st and mine is February 4th. It’s kind of bitter sweet to know we have birthday angels to share it with. :).

  • Rach says:

    Hi Jake, what a beautiful touching tribute your lovely daughters Tierney and Eden. Your story brings back a lot of memories, and affirmation of what I still go through today. I lost my son Rowan at 27w4d.. Unexpected as well since other than my complete placenta previa, everything was great and he was perfect and healthy during the 20 week anatomy scan. They say it was a cord accident but I always wondered if it was something else.. I wish I knew about the Minutes of Gold. He was so tiny that we couldn’t find clothes for him for the memorial service so my dad had to resort to buying a doll to use its clothes. That was hard, and broke my heart all over again.. I wish I knew about the Minutes of Gold. It’s a very isolating grief so as much as it pains me to know you have lost your children, it is comforting to know there are people out there who understands and I can connect with. I look forward to seeing you on August 15 as we hike for our babies. I can just see them smiling proudly at us for doing something that can make a difference. Take care.

    • doulaspot says:

      Rach – I am so glad we finally met in person and honored our children in Star Legacy’s “Hiking for little stars walk”. Spread the word about Minutes of Gold! I have samples and pamphlets I can send you. In loving memory of Rowan, Tierney and Eden.

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