Today I was tagged in a note by Miracle Bebe on facebook and it was too touching NOT to pass along. Even if you don't have a preemie I think this will touch you too!!
"It is the day after, the National Prematurity Awareness Day and it was my intention to write on my blog, although I had to get my son ready for his ear tube surgery today. Here he is napping, after the successful surgery at almost 28 months (2 years, 4 months). This was his first surgery in his life, and my thoughts today were on all of the babies receiving heart surgeries, brain surgeries, and lung surgeries in the NICU. I thought to myself, here you are with a healthy 2 year old, crying because he will have a 15 minute thing, and all of those other Mom's had to endour hours and hours of prayer, gut-wrenching turmoil to get their babies to Rowan's place today. I could not have gone through the NICU, and that on top of it. It must be the most frightening time for NICU Mom's and Dad's.
Every day there are more. The NICU is a silent place... It is quiet and reserved in it's location, but also in the hearts of Mothers and Fathers. Prematurity is silent, too. It is unheard of in a common conversation. It is looked at differently in the eyes of many. It is a sadness and not the celebration of which it should be. It is so much... and yet so quiet.
I have taken it upon myself to not be silent about it. It should be anything more than a fact of life for all parents. I promise to never feel ashamed of myself for my body failing. I promise to live with my son's delays, I will cherish the moments that he develops into, at what ever time they come. I will beleive that his life will be full and celebrated. I will hope that other will do the same. I will wear the badge of 'Preemie Mom' and endorse it, because I was chosen to be.
There is a fantastic poem about Preemie Mom's and why they were chosen. Please read::
How Preemie Moms Are Chosen
(Adapted from Erma Bombeck)
Did you ever wonder how the mothers of premature babies are chosen?
Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth, selecting his instruments
for propagation with great care and deliberation.
As he observes, he instructs his angels to take notes in a giant ledger.
"Beth Armstrong, son. Patron Saint, Matthew. Marjorie Forrest, daughter.
Patron Saint, Celia. Carrie Rutledge, twins. Patron Saint ... give her Gerard.
He's used to profanity."
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles. "Give her a preemie."
The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a premature baby a mother who knows no laughter?
That would be cruel." "But does she have the patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it.
I watched her today.
She has that sense of self and independence so rare and so necessary in a mother.
You see, the child I'm going to give her has a world of its own.
She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."
"But Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."
God smiles. "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect.
She has just the right amount of selfishness."
The angel gasps, "Selfishness?! Is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive.
Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect.
She doesn't know it yet, but she is to be envied.
She will never take for granted a spoken word.
She will never consider a step ordinary.
When her child says 'mama' for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it.
I will permit her to see clearly the things I see – ignorance, cruelty, prejudice – and allow her to rise above them.
She will never be alone.
I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."
"And what about her Patron Saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in the air.
God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."
I believe that my son was given to me for a reason. I know that the road was harder than most, but we carried on. I have dedicated much of my time to making a website that is full of resources, services, products and more for Preemie Parents. In my continued commitment, I would like you to visit to read about some of the other Preemies. There are some wonderful people sharing their full story as to becoming a preemie parent. I would encourage you to pass this sentiment on to others who have preemies to share their stories, or share your own with us. Your strength in these chapters of your life will help others to rise to adversity, rise to the courage, and find their strength through it all."
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