“Be a rainbow in someone else’s cloud” -Maya Angelou
Acknowledgement means so much – this is proof. It’s uncomfortable for some, but it can aid in healing for those who wish to share. Hugo inspires happiness in remembrance to his mother, even if accompanied by a bit of sadness, it is likely so much better than saying nothing.
Since the death of my baby son Hugo earlier this year I have been overwhelmed with love, kindness and support from family, friends, strangers I have met and new friends I have met online.
Very few of these lovely people were able to meet Hugo. My baby was born 16 weeks early and spent the 35 days of his life in a neonatal intensive care unit on a ventilator.
However, all of these lovely people know exactly how much Hugo means to me. They say his name, listen patiently to all the stories I have to tell about his spirited and mischievous character, and look at the many photos I have of my gorgeous son. They admire him, and agree that he was a wonderful baby.
For those few minutes, I feel my face light up and I feel like any other proud new mum showing off my amazing…
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I am not surprised, but I am overwhelmingly encouraged to see that there are other organizations that are dedicated to helping parents make it through their time in the NICU. I found this letter, and it is inspiring and perfect in almost every way so I wanted to share. Because HOPE is needed every day, whether its day one in the NICU or day 564. There is no straight line to walk, there is no NORMAL in the NICU. So, for those who want to support those they know who are fighting this fight and who are wondering what they could do, click through the link above to read the letter on the blog Life With Jack. PRINT this letter and give it to the ones who need it. It will matter and it will make a difference, if only for a moment, I promise you it will.
Cheers & Hugs
Something I bet you would never expect a parent to say; and it’s BEAUTIFUL.
They called us back to the NICU. We had been back in my labor room, away for only a few minutes and had spent the time calling family to tell them to come now; her time was short. It is never a good sign to be called to the NICU. Her oxygen sats were dropping. Her chest xray showed a collapsed lung and another leaking air. She looked so purple lying on the warmer. Beeps of machines. The whoosh of the ventilator. Her oxygen levels flashed on the screen…58…54…55…54. Those numbers should have been in the 90s; when we left they had been holding steady in the 80s. I took it all in… my baby was dying. They sat me in a comfortable chair and put up a privacy screen, perhaps so other families wouldn’t witness our suffering, perhaps so we could have our pain in private. From where I…
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All footprints start small, some are born as small as a wedding ring.
From the precious beginnings of that first breath of life, a premature baby will open your heart to miracles of life…..
Trust in their determination and in time, their footprint may be larger than yours…..
Author: Julia Toivonen