It has been said
that:
A mother becomes a
mother the day she learns she is pregnant.
A father becomes a
father the day he holds his child.
From the moment a
woman finds out that she is pregnant everything in her world changes. Suddenly
everything she does is for two and not just one. The constant thought is about
the life that she is growing in her body. It is not easy, pretty or fun to grow
a human being, but God knew women were the only ones that could protect this
life with all her might, let go when time came to be born but always carry that
child in her heart.
It has actually been
proven that every babies DNA gets into the mother’s blood stream and for the
rest of her life the mother will carry her child’s unique DNA in her body as a reminder
forever. Even though the child has left her body truly the baby is never ever
gone.
My pregnancies were
for the most part uneventful and normal. The delivery portion is when the
trouble hit for me. Two of my babies were born breathing. Jenn had the cord
wrapped around her neck and Wendy had a short cord that was wrapped around her
neck twice. At the time of Wendy’s delivery I knew I wanted to be finished
having babies. I told myself I could not go through 9 months, labor and
delivery only to have something happen to the baby and it die shortly after
birth. That thought to me at the time was unfathomable for me to comprehend. I
had no idea that just 19 years and 11 days after that thought, Heather would
die.
My husband has always told our daughters that no one on this earth, not even him could love them more than I did. That me as their mother, I loved them with a love that only a mother knows and understands. I grew them in my body and carried them for 9 months. That forms a bond that can never be broken, not even by the delivery and cutting of the cord. The moment the baby is born you never knew you could love someone so totally and completely. There is nothing you would not do including lay down your own life for your beloved baby.
My daughter,
Jennifer, had a miscarriage at 8 weeks of pregnancy. It appears the baby died
after 5 weeks and her body did not respond to that loss. That baby, my
grandbaby is now in heaven with their Aunt Missy. It is very surreal to know
that heather knows what sex the baby is and is having a great time with a baby
that was never felt moving, or a heartbeat. Many may agree or disagree with
whether or not the baby is in heaven. I whole heartedly believe that baby had a
soul at the moment of conception and when it died it went to heaven. So until I
am called to heaven I have two babies waiting for me.
Symbol of miscarriage,
pregnancy loss, stillborn or infant loss is a petite rosebud. It is a rose that
did not have time to bloom into a mature flower on earth.
October is Pregnancy
and infant Loss Awareness Month as proclaimed by former President Ronald Reagan
in 1988 and officially recognized in the United States in 2006. October 15thof
every year is National Pregnancy Loss and Remembrance Day, a special day to
honor and acknowledge babies lost to miscarriage, stillbirth, ectopic
pregnancy, premature complications, neonatal death, SID’s, illness, accidents
and other tragic causes. It is asked that you light a candle at 7:00PM on
October 15th, so that a continuous light will shine around the world
in remembrance of precious babies gone too soon.
Pink and Light blue
are the official awareness colors.
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