The author Elizabeth Gagné will soon publish her first work, eternity, an autobiography which addresses the subject of perinatal mourning. The launch event will be held on Sunday June 8, from 1 p.m., at the Cultural Space Le Vitrail in Thetford Mines.
The book mainly recounts the loss of his baby in 2015, at 31 weeks of pregnancy. After this ordeal, she had started to write about her emotions, having trouble expressing them verbally. “I went there according to the emotions I lived, without censorship. This is what we also find in the book, “she said in an interview with the mail Frontenac.
For a long time, she had fed the dream of writing a book and has chosen to approach this project as such from the start. “I love to write and write these words, I told myself that one day, they could be published. Through this ordeal, I hoped that it could make sense, perhaps by helping other women who lived a similar experience. »»
Even if, according to her, the works on the subject are few, some have helped her anyway. With her book, she hopes to offer one more, capable of accompanying other women and breaking the silence surrounding this still taboo subject. “When this happens, several people do not understand. For example, I made myself say things like: it does not matter, you have two other healthy children. This is not how it works. A child does not replace. »»
For its launch, Elizabeth Gagné has teamed up with three organizations in the region which will present their mission, the periscope, expression, active listening center, as well as the Women’s Women Center. “When I lost my baby, I did not know an organization that could help me, so my goal is that people know that there are these to accompany them. »»
-During this open and free event to everyone, in addition to approaching the subject of his book and dedicating copies, the author will proceed to the prices of presence price.
Eternity – Perinatal mourning will be available in bookstores at the beginning of June.
Summary of the book
“The baby’s heart no longer beats,” I managed to articulate at the end of the handset, drowned by the flood of sobs. About fifteen minutes separated my spouse from the clinic. However, lost and lonely in the immensity of my pain, time seemed to have stopped.
I dared not touch my abdomen, or even look at it. I was alternating between disgust for this small being in decomposition within me and the shame of maintaining such thoughts. Subtly, my own body was starting to make me, appearing to me as an improper, unhealthy, impure habitat.
I was silently hoped to be able to give birth in the shortest time. I wrongly thought I could put an end to this nightmare by the delivery of this little body. This tiny corpse which I had the urgent desire to subtract from my body.