tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975284041241747930.post8578300439305852342..comments2009-07-13T18:37:48.699-04:00Comments on Three Quarter Mom: One month ago tonight3/4 momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06100050065503508575noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975284041241747930.post-88263683571014439142009-02-26T17:53:00.000-05:002009-02-26T17:53:00.000-05:00I'm so sorry for your loss. As useless as those w...I'm so sorry for your loss. As useless as those words feel, I just wanted to say that. And let you know that a stranger somewhere in California is thinking of you and wishing you warmth and love.Dramalishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02596864687460087812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975284041241747930.post-10081441601865993332009-02-26T11:41:00.000-05:002009-02-26T11:41:00.000-05:00Your story gives me goosebumps and tears.I wish I ...Your story gives me goosebumps and tears.<BR/><BR/>I wish I had something comforting and enlightening to say, but I am at a loss for you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975284041241747930.post-64428891748142595332009-02-21T11:17:00.000-05:002009-02-21T11:17:00.000-05:00We met NICU staff under happier circumstances-- we...We met NICU staff under happier circumstances-- we were there with our subsequent baby, the Cub. But they read our records, and they knew about A, and so I think they were extra kind with us. One day I talked with our nurse about dead babies, and how they handle it. She told me of the very first baby she took care of in NICU who died, and of how she got pillows and blankets to put on the floor so that her parents could lie down with her sans all the tubes and wires as she died. I felt so sad for the parents, and so grateful that they had this kind soul looking after their baby and them.<BR/><BR/>I am so sorry that Samantha isn't here with you. I am so sorry you are here. This is not a club anyone wants to join, nor is it one anyone wants to welcome new members to. But we are here, welcoming. For what it's worth. As Tash says, please keep writing when you need to. <BR/><BR/>My oldest was also born in 2002, and she was nearly five when her brother died. Helping her make sense of her world after has been one of the hardest things, but a distinct honor. Strength to you as you navigate this crazy world for yourself and your living children.Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09745262857388007041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975284041241747930.post-35367168070873753752009-02-20T15:25:00.000-05:002009-02-20T15:25:00.000-05:00Oh oh. this just breaks my heart, all over again....Oh oh. this just breaks my heart, all over again. I know that feeling. I know exactly what it's like to tell a doctor, "I just want to HOLD her." That's what I felt, too. Finally holding her, without all the crap.<BR/><BR/>Please keep writing when you feel like it. Thinking of you.Tashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07376651134993450207noreply@blogger.com