Sometimes you hear a story or watch a show about something that is a true story that sticks with you. If you are pregnant or thinking about being pregnant, don't read this blog. I know that just by saying that, no one is going to stop reading, but it was my fair warning.
Recently I read on Facebook about a guy I used to work with and his wife, who were expecting a baby girl. At 41 weeks she went into labor and baby Aisley was born but never took her first breath.
I am consumed by this.
First, sadness for M and Loni. I have only met him once or twice and I have never met his wife. After having a child recently I can only imagine going through what they are experiencing. I tear up just thinking about what happened that day, or the feeling the next day, and week(s). Or last Sunday when they met at a park at sunset to remember their baby girl.
Second, I just want to know why. M posted ultrasound pics from 2 days before the birth that showed a healthy baby girl with a healthy heartbeat. I do not understand why or how this could happen. Is there anything the Doctor or Nurses could of done to prevent this?
Loni has a blog called "A girl named Kevin" that I can't stop reading. She does not understand why people keep telling her she is brave and strong. She is. I think it is because most people can not even fathom going through the experience that she is and they are just amazed at her ability to cope. Her blog talks about the birth, what happened, her feelings, her thoughts. I just want to jump through the computer and give her a hug.
They started a fund to help pay for Aisley's funeral and medical costs. I had to donate. Even though money is not going to help the emotional side of it, it will hopefully help eliminate some of the financial stress.
I felt the need to write about this because I can't stop thinking about it and them. I have always felt that terrible things happen to good people because they are strong enough to handle it and they will share their story with others to create a circle of support, teaching and learning. I think M and Loni are a perfect example of this and I wish them nothing more then the best and happiness for their future.
agirlnamedkevin.blogspot.com
https://secure.piryx.com/donate/OMejTT4s/Aisley-Evelyn-s-Fund/
Christina,
ReplyDeleteI came across your blog by checking the traffic sources on my blog site. I'm M's wife Loni and A Girl Named Kevin is my blog. I can't even express how touched I am that you would not only think about my situation but share your thoughts about it on your own blog. Beyond that you were generous enough to donate to our fund and help us with the financial difficulties our situation has presented. I can't thank you enough. I'm humbled that you read my blog and are affected by it. Sometimes I wonder if my words are reaching anyone or if I'm just talking to myself. It encourages me to continue to share myself. Maybe I can help someone who is going through their own loss. Maybe I can help someone realize how lucky they are to be able to hold their children close. If I can affect just one person, I feel like sharing my pain/joy/grief has been worth it. Seeing that I have affected you means the world to me. Thank you for your compassion and kindness. Know that you have affected me too. xoxoxo
Oh wow..I just got busted blog stalking.. :) Just kidding. In all seriousness, you have the best attitude and thank you so much for your comment! I have thought a lot about what it means to be a "strong" person. When my husband had cancer and people would tell me how "strong" I was, it would make me cry. Kind of seemed contradicting to me. When I read your words questioning your strength, it made me want to come find you and look into your eyes to explain to you WHY and HOW you are strong. I have come to learn that it is way easier to see a strong person from the outside. Anyways, knowing that I wrote my blog with no intentions of you ever reading it, it came from the heart and I truly believe you are and will make an impact in peoples lives and I wish you guys the best of luck and happiness.
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