Thursday, April 15, 2010

Delivery Day

Shortly after losing my Emilyn Elisabeth and Hailey Grace I came into contact with many other Angel Moms. These women have gotten me through the hardest time of my life, and are still carrying me through my day to day struggles. One question I asked them was what can I do to honor my sweet babies, and some of them gave me suggestions they had done. One in particular stuck with me: making baby blankets for angels. I started out making flannel receiving blankets and then another Angel Mom taught me how to make fleece no sew ones and I fell in love with making them. So I started making those as well. I’ve decided the flannel ones will be for the preemies in the NICU and the fleece ones are for the angel babies. I have been working tirelessly, for selfish reasons: making them gives me moments of peace. I have chosen today, my estimated due date for Emilyn and Hailey, to deliver these to the local hospitals. Since I can’t deliver my sweet baby girls on this day, I will deliver these blankets I made and hats my mom made to help other angel moms and moms to sick little ones.

All the blankets and hats ready to be put in bags and delivered to the hospitals.

Charles, Molly and I standing in front of the room Emilyn and Hailey were delivered in as well as the room they took their last breaths in. Molly was my nurse when Emilyn and Hailey were delivered, I'm not sure how I would have made it through without her. I was glad that she happened to be on duty today and that I got to speak to her.

Me with the GMH L/D nursing staff after bringing the blankets and hats there.

The also wanted a picture of just me so I figured I'd put it in here as well.

The Poem I Attached for the Angel Babies: Author Unknown
These are my footprints,
so perfect and so small.
These tiny footprints
never touched the ground at all.
Not one tiny footprint,
for now I have wings.
These tiny footprints were meant
for other things.
You will hear my tiny footprints,
in the patter of the rain.
Gentle drops like angel's tears,
of joy and not from pain.
You will see my tiny footprints,
in each butterflies' lazy dance.
I'll let you know I'm with you,
if you just give me the chance.
You will see my tiny footprints,
in the rustle of the leaves.
I will whisper names into the wind,
and call each one that grieves.
Most of all, these tiny footprints,
are found on Mommy and Daddy's hearts.
'Cause even though I'm gone now,
We'll never truly part.


  1. thinking of you today and always, sweet friend.

  2. Those are beautiful! I did this the first two years for our NICU, at Christmas time. But I was not strong enough to deliver them myself, I made my husband do it. I'm glad that you get a bit of healing by doing this :)