Wednesday, November 17, 2010

How Preemie Moms are Chosen by Irma 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.  


Today is Prematurity Awareness Day.  Fight for Preemies, because they shouldn't have to.

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

Our crazy life

Every week, we have an occupational/physical therapist come and work with Martin.  She gives us oral tips to help him tolerate things in his mouth.  Currently he doesn't take anything in orally.  He's a 100% tubie baby!  one week, she brought him and katryn their own slinkies.  It's one of his favorite toys, because it's light enough he can move it with no problem.  And when he smacks himself in the face, it doesn't hurt as much as the other toys he plays with.  We're working on the arm control, but it's coming along nicely!

Heather (my older sister) and Jonathan got married the first part of October, so we got to spend lots of time with our family!  Katryn loved playing with all her cousins on that side of the family (although she kept asking for her Kyla cousin).  Here's a picture of all my parents grandkids (and me and Frank the Tank, I wasn't trusting any of the kids with Martin).  It's been over a year since we've all been together, so we made sure to get a picture!
Heather and Jonathan had an open house in my parents backyard, the week before they got married.  It was freezing cold, and so we made hot chocolate!  Loved that!  Matt and Martin spent most of the time inside the house, playing the xbox. :)  The boys came out for a few minutes right before they left, and I got some snuggle time with Martin.  My little burrito baby!

And Katryn couldn't get enough running around the yard with her cousins.  This is the only picture of us, because she didn't want to hold still if her cousins didn't have to!