Thursday, July 11, 2013

Rosebuds...



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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