Mothers Day

There is so much beauty in the world! I am starting to see it more and more. Even the pain has a sort of tragically beautiful tone. Mother's day is going to be hard this year, but then again it was hard last year too. Last year we were in the NICU, this year...well, its much more concrete isn't it?

 

I am so thankful to have experienced being a mother. I remember thinking "look at those perfect little hands, I cant believe I made them, he came from me!" I would look at him in awe. Amazing beauty that came from God but was made by me (okay well his dad DID have something to do with it) ;). There will never be a love that can equal that of the love you feel for your child. I am honored to not only have been Hunter's mother here on earth, but I am honored to be a mother to his amazing spirit, his cherished memory and the beautiful soul that is still with us today.

I wanted to share this poem with you that i found posted online, I don't know who wrote it but its beautiful and I hope it touches your heart.

WHAT MAKES A MOTHER

"What makes a Mother?" I wondered as I thought of you today. I closed my eyes, I prayed to God and I could hear him say...

"A Mother has a child, this you know is true."

I asked "God, can you be a mother...when your baby's not with you?"

"Yes, you can." He replied with confidence in his voice.

"I give many women babies, when they leave is not their choice.

Some I send for a lifetime, others for a day, some I send to feel your womb, but

with no need to stay."

"I just don't understand this! God I want my baby here!" He took a breath and 

cleared his throat, then I saw a tear...

"I wish that I could show you, what your child is doing today. If only you could 

see your child smile with all the other children and say"...

"We go to Earth to learn our lessons of love, life and fear. 

My mommy loved me so much! I got to come straight here! 

I feel so lucky to have a mom, who had so much love for me...

I learned my lesson quickly and then my mommy set me free! 

I miss my mommy, oh so much but I visit her each day. 

When she goes to sleep at night, on her pillow is where I lay.

 I stroke her hair, I kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear." 

"Mommy don't be sad today, I'm your baby and I am here..."

"So you see my dear sweet one, your child is okay. 

Your babies are here, in my home, and this is where they will stay. 

They'll wait here with me until your lessons on Earth are through. 

On the day you come home, they will be at the gates waiting for you."

"Now you see what makes a Mother, its the feeling in your heart. 

It is the love you had so much of, right from the very start."

-Unknown

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY! to all the mothers everywhere and especially to those that have babies on the other side.

-A

Hunter's One year Celebration - In Heaven

The Long Road Back

It has been almost three months since my heart has left me. I am sure to some of you it seems like an eternity. I hope you haven’t given up on me; it’s taken a while to gather my thoughts and mourn our loss. Somehow it feels that if I don’t put his passing on his blog it isn’t real, you know?
It’s been a struggle to build a semblance of normalcy in my day to day living. Returning to work was a nightmare. Disjointed thoughts and plenty of avoidance; going through the days thinking: “I hope they don’t say anything” and in the next breath “how could they not say anything?” More times then not I left even myself feeling confused about what I wanted.

It is getting easier now; I find that I am actually smiling once in a while. Not that fake smile that never quite erases the vacant look in your eyes, I am sure many of you who have lost know that smile; it is a survival skill we learn quickly to fit in and avoid the uncomfortable “are you okay?” because, of course we aren’t.

A myriad of emotions cloud my everyday life now. Joy, for the time I had; Anger, for the time I didn’t have; Sorrow, knowing I will never again hold my baby boy in this life; Thankful, for all of the friends and support I found along the way; Cheated, out of all that we had yet to experience together; Blessed, for all that he taught me; Regret, for decisions made that caused him more suffering; Doubt, that maybe I didn’t make the right choice. Of these, doubt, is the most brutal. Logically I made the right decision for Hunter, I do realize this. He would not have wanted, nor did he deserve to have the pain and discomfort of repeated hospitalizations. Pokes and prods for just a few precious months more, a gift so priceless and precious to me, a price far too high to pay for him. Unfortunately logic rarely plays the dominant hand in the game of mourning, and far too often these questions haunt me.

Dennis and I are slowly picking up the pieces and trying to fit them together. Overall we are doing pretty well. We have moved to a new residence, the home we raised Hunter in was far too empty for us after he had gone. We go to his graveside every night and light a candle for him before we go to bed. It’s our way of putting forth a little effort to let him know we love him and we miss him.

I am going to keep this blog going. I want to fill it with memories, pictures, rants, and projects that I want to start in Hunter’s name and of course there will also be the obligatory update on how we are doing ;) I really enjoy hearing from all of you and reading your comments so please feel free to do so.

As you know, April 14th is coming up, it would have been Hunter’s 1yr birthday, we are going to plan a big balloon release, I will share the details later, for those that would like to release a balloon. I will also be taking pictures for those of you that would like to enjoy it vicariously :)

I am also very proud to announce that Hunter has been chosen as the April’s “Child of HoPE” for “Families for HoPE” which is a nonprofit organization that helps children and families that are living with HPE. Check it out!

http://www.familiesforhope.com/activities/childofhope.html

Thank you again for all of your understanding, love and patience.

Today Hunter Would Have Been 11 Months

Our beautiful baby boy, who we miss with such fervor, my grandson who gave us so much in his short life.

I am amazed at his mother’s strength – and my heart breaks when I look into her eye’s she goes on with such pain in her heart. I miss the joyful easy smile she once had – but I know that as time goes on she will once again find a song in her heart because Hunter will see to that.

I know without a doubt Hunter is looking down on his mom and has his arms around her...

He will shield her and love her and he would always want her to remember what an amazing mom she was/is...

Hunter you will never be forgotten our love for you will grow as long as the days we live on this earth and beyond until we meet again. I know you are there holding your mom steady helping her, guiding her, showing her how to live again...

You were an amazing gift in our life little Hunter we love you so much and we will continue to carry on your legacy in whatever way you direct us.

11 balloons were let go tonight in commemoration of your beauty, your life, your amazing strength and tenacity

I love you

Grandma

A Tribute To Hunter

My beautiful grandson Hunter passed away in his mothers arms on Friday January 11, 2008. He brought such joy and light to those of us who loved him we will be left with a hole in our hearts forever.

Hunter taught us so many things in his short miraculous life – total unadulterated love – perseverance – in your face tenacity...

Hunter my little man, my bright eyed baby boy – you are such a beacon of light –
I loved to kiss your pudgy cheeks...
I loved to feel your little fists wrap around my fingers...

In the days that followed Hunter leaving us we had to pull ourselves together the best we could and give him a loving tribute. Amber asked me if I could please speak on her behalf at the funeral...

I agreed - I didn't think I could pull it off - I didn't know how I could do it, I just knew it was some thing I needed to do for my daughter who after all had just lost her only child - a son that she loved more than life itself.

The morning of the funeral my beautiful daughter wrote this poem - it took her no more than 15 minutes... this is what I read at Hunters funeral.


This IS Going To Hurt


“This is going to hurt”

The nurse said to me, only hours after having my special baby; it was about a shot, but I knew better, it was about the journey ahead of me.

“This is going to hurt”...

I saw you for the first time, so little and so frail, I knew instantly you were my life’s mission and I knew I couldn’t fail...

“This is going to hurt”....

I took you home and raised you, amid Dr’s warnings, trying to prepare; your big brown eyes and fuzzy red hair caught me unaware, they nestled themselves deep in my heart and I felt such joy... and I just loved you beyond all others my precious baby boy...

‘This is going to hurt’...

It wasn’t easy for either of us; doctors words, needles and pain.
Sweetheart for all the time it gave us I wouldn’t change a thing.

Those late late nights of holding you and kissing your double chin, your feistiness and tiny hands, gripping my thumb within.

Your sweet gaze full of love, staring at my face... for all the love I felt from you and God’s amazing Grace...

“This is going to hurt”...

Nine months, sweet boy I held you; nine months, I watched your strife; nine months, we fought together to keep you in this life...

But your little body couldn't bare what your spirit tried to best... and together we decided to let your little body rest...

“This is going to hurt”...

I know you are up there watching, playing with angels in the sky. Please forgive me baby boy if all I want to do right now is cry...

Such a blessing to all who knew you, so many sweet moments time cannot replace. Sleep in Gods arms little one and know you have found your place.

Play with your family up in heaven dear, look forward to the day I join you amidst all the beauty up there. I will once again hold you and gaze at your darling face.

Know that I wouldn’t change a thing, not one memory would I erase...

It was worth every ounce of hurt... I love you Hunter baby....

Love Mom

Its 4am on Christmas Eve morning. Hunter is sleeping in my lap. The same rosy cheeks that came from a bout of crying now make him look like a little cherub as he snoozes.
Dennis and I went to Wal-mart last night, to pick up a few odds and ends for Christmas. While shopping I ran into an old friend from High School; I hadn’t seen her in a long time. She looked sad, so amidst our cordial “how are you” and “hellos” I asked if she was ok. “Not really, I just buried my son today”. It was as if icy cold water had been thrown on me. “Oh my God! I am so sorry!” Our idle chatter suddenly turned into a very emotional, heartfelt exchange…

Her baby died in the womb. From our conversation it seemed as though he was just about full term. She had to go through the birthing experience, even knowing what was in store. I told her I understood, I told her about Hunter. We hugged. My mind and heart have been with her all night. I am heart broken for her. I sat in bed pondering her story and ours…making comparisons and crying for us both.

It is a hard road Dennis and I are on and trust me, I am kicking and screaming, not wanting to travel it and dreading our destination; scenic route please. Still, how can I be bitter when on this night, I can go home to my baby and hug and cuddle him? She can’t. I can buy gifts for him and revel in the holiday season. She can’t. This realization made me feel grateful; it made me feel guilty.

For all of you that have your children this night, hold them tight. A squalling baby, keeping you awake; a surly teenager; giving you heartbreak; a special needs child, giving you challenges....celebrate with gratitude and joy. You can hold them, kiss them, touch them, you can smell their scent, bury your face in their hair, tell them you love them…never take that for granted.

For those of you that have lost a child, please know that they are not lost. They are around you in spirit and in your heart. Feel their love, cherish their memory and know that you will see them again one day; I truly believe that; I have to believe that.

I want to wish you all a very Merry Christmas full of laughter and love. I have to go now, I need to change the cherub’s diaper.

Thank You

I have thought long and hard about how I can thank all of you in a meaningful way, and I am at a loss for words. You see, I will never be able to thank any of you enough for what you have done for us, for me….and so; I want to candidly share with you what you have done for me and my family.

When Dennis and I first started this journey with Hunter, I felt so alone. Their were people that I loved around me, I had Dennis, my best friends and my family supporting me. I know they are what helped me through those darkest days in the beginning, they kept me sane (relatively speaking). Still I felt so isolated and shut out…sometimes even jaded against the world.

Then little moments began to happen….friends and coworkers began to ask about Hunter, and they began to share his story….loved ones saw our struggles and took on the stress and challenge of organizing events that both celebrated and helped our family……events were held, people that didn’t know us said prayers, sent well wishes and made accommodations. They showed up at the events and helped with time, love and donations….people CARED. It hit me with startling clarity….people, even those outside my circle cared. This reality has completely overwhelmed me with love and humbled my once self righteous isolation.

Suddenly the journey that started with sadness, stress and isolation has become the journey that has endeared Hunter into many peoples hearts, it has become the journey of compassion, hope and love. My heart has been filled and I have learned so much. No we are not always in control and no it isn’t always fair, but we must seek out the good in both the situations we are placed in and in the people that want to be there.

This is what all of you have given me. My family, my friends, and all of you that I may not even know…those who cared for my son, prayed, organized, helped, donated, those that have made sacrifices and accommodations for us and those that simply told me how beautiful my son is and expressed their concern….to ALL of you…this is what you have given me and I THANK YOU.

Hunter and I have conversations together, in those precious early morning hours that I get the baby duty night shift. A couple nights ago, I was reflecting on all of this and the events held and people that cared. Hunter was being fussy and it would have been so easy to just feel frustrated and tired, but I didn’t…I was thankful to hold my child that was delighting in hollering his frustrations to me. I decided to share this with Hunter…

I rocked him and patted his bottom and said "Hunter, I know that you have gone through so much, and have so many trials and discomforts...do you know how much you are loved baby boy?" I proceeded to tell him how much I loved him and daddy loved him, how much all of you love him and God and his angels love him. About halfway through the conversation he calmed down was just looking at me. Now, he may have just been wondering what his mother was chattering on and on about….but in my heart, I just know that he could understand what I was saying. I finished our conversation with a

Thank you to him as well. I said “thank you to be willing to go through so much to stay here with your daddy and I. thank you for choosing us as your parents and for teaching all of us so much.” And after all that he was soundly asleep in my arms and I finished my baby shift content and thankful.