Tubes, IVs, monitors, lights, alarms, and my precious baby in the NICU. She fought to breathe on her own, to eat on her own, to be on her own. She won.
Home. Healthy. Happy. Until she stopped breathing, stopped fighting. She was early. She didn't know that the fight wasn't over. We had to help her fight, to hold her up. We held her for months until she could hold her own.
But there are always worries. Colds, infections, coughs, and what they mean for the early ones.
But there is love... so much love. And joy... more than a heart can handle. I am better because of her. I see other families and I know that their children make them better too. The love and joy our children have given us enriches the lives of everyone we touch.
This amazing world allows us to connect to so many people on such personal levels. As I am blessed by the stories people have been generous enough to share, I realize something. Every family's story is my story and every family's story is their own.
Heather and Mike, I have followed your story for some time. Silently reliving so many experiences. Quietly smiling at all of your unique humor and creativity. Amazed at the baby girl on the screen, so much like my baby, so completely and beautifully singular.
Although our experiences at this point are so different, your lives have touched me. I am moved to leave the shadows. I am only one small voice that you have never heard before, but I join the chorus. Your daughter is loved. Your daughter is vibrant. She brings laughter to the lips and tears to the eyes of legions. Thank you for sharing a small piece of her light with us, we are all better for it.
November 11, 2007 - April 7, 2009
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Information about Maddie, donations to Maddie's favorite charity
(March of Dimes), helping the Spohrs, and the service and reception.
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