Saturday, May 29, 2010

Homegoing Memories

I hadn’t planned on posting this, but thought it might be a blessing to someone. I will give the disclaimer that even I can’t read this without crying again.

I had Good Morning America on the TV this morning (May 21, 2010) as I worked in the kitchen and I was flooded with memories.

A year ago today, Jonathon and I were cooped up in a room with a terrible view of a construction site at Cook Children’s waiting for Lydia to be with Jesus. These were the most agonizing hours of my life! Knowing that she was suffering in her earthly body brought me to my knees to pray that the Lord would take her quickly. The first time she stopped breathing long enough for me to believe that she was gone was early morning May 21. Jonathon had run out to the cafeteria to find us breakfast and I had Good Morning America on in the background. Lydia was lying peacefully on the bed while I picked up the room to make space for our families coming soon. She stopped breathing and her color went ashen. I waited for her to take another breath and she didn’t. I sat there rocking her envisioning her being greeted by the loved ones gone on before her. And just I started to sob, I laid her down to look at her and she gasped for air like a fish out of water. I had even called Jonathon and told him it was time and to come back quickly. The whole day was full of these moments. Holding our breath waiting to see if she would take another, watching her color fade, another gasping breath and she would be pretty and pink again. It was hard to believe that she was a sick as she was. She looked so perfect on the outside! She had a beautiful head of dark hair and dark eyes. Her little fists were clinched so tightly that her fingernails were bruised, a symptom of the hypoxia.

Those gasping breaths and the clinched fists visited me in my dreams for months.

I held her every moment I could. I cried when I had the tears to cry. I tried to comfort her, but knew that comfort was only going to come when Jesus took her home. I longed for a miracle and prayed for one, but prayed that if healing was not God’s will, that He would take her home quickly. We knew our chances of a miracle faded with every period of her not breathing. We had 24 hours of waiting. We agonized over her and our heart broke over and over knowing that she would never grow to say “Daddy” or “Mommy.” I had been holding her for at least two hours straight. My tailbone hurt and I finally had to get up and relieve myself. As I got up, she took one gasping breath and I kissed her little cheek and handed her to Jonathon. I held her for her last breath and Jonathon held her as her heart stopped.

The doctor came in and called a time of death, 4:25 pm May 21, 2009. Jonathon handed her back to me. Her body was still warm in my arms, but her color was gone. Our families came in the room and gathered around us and said goodbye. They left us there with Lydia, we had more papers to sign. I removed her monogrammed onesie from her body and folded everything neatly breathing in her scent. We picked up the diaper bag and left her there having no idea what funeral home would come and get her body.

I don’t remember much of the drive home or that evening.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Birthday and Mother's Day


I wrote this on Monday May 10, but just now getting it posted…

It’s been nearly a year since I’ve been able to update my blog. I’ve not had anything nice to say, so I wasn’t saying anything at all. I’ve told a few people that had just started seeing in color again, but there’s a rain cloud hanging out again making everything gray.

This weekend was the beginning of a very difficult season for me and Jonathon. Friday was Lydia’s first birthday and yesterday was my second Mother’s Day. Neither Mother’s Day has been in any way “happy” for me. My first Mother’s Day I had been split open 4 days before in an emergency c-section and was barely moving. Also, I was half dead from an unidentified infection. Then that precious little one that made me Mommy was lying in the Neonatal ICU and was being kept alive only by ventilator and feeding tube. Later that day, they asked if they could transfer her to Cook Children’s. I’ll never forget rolling by wheelchair into the ICU room at Baylor on Mother’s Day and seeing my little girl with her hair sticking up because her hair curled just a little (I had to add the picture of our very own Baby Einstein). Oh, the love that rose up in me for that little bundle of joy! The lyric from “Because He Lives” often comes to mind during these memories, “How sweet to hold a newborn baby and feel the pride and joy she gives.” But at this point, I hadn’t been allowed to hold her since she quit breathing in my arms four days before. But I was still able to feel the pride and joy and utter fear of being a parent all in one instance. Women’s intuition, or God's still small voice, told me that this little one was not going to be long on this earth and that He would be calling her home sooner than I would’ve dreamed. My mother’s day gift was made by the nurses at Baylor NICU it was a little flower with Lydia’s precious footprint. They had to make hers bigger than all the others because she was the largest baby on the unit! Then I was given an incredible gift, the opportunity to be a mom for a brief moment, they offered to let me change her diaper. I had never felt so honored to do something in my life. I was also able to pump milk for the first time to feed my little bundle of joy. It wasn’t much, but Jonathon ran it down to the NICU like he was carrying the serum that would heal our baby girl. Then they asked us both to come down to the NICU to sign the papers for her to be transferred to Cook. I was handed a pink lovey to keep with me to give back to Lydia later because then it would carry my scent. I slept with it that night and left with it in my arms instead of my baby the next day when I was discharged from Baylor.

This year, I awoke on Mother’s Day with the emptiness in my heart that I have carried with me everyday for the last year. It’s not the same pain I woke up with last year, the pain in my abdomen that caused me to grimace every time I went to sit up or stand, but the emptiness in my heart is the same today as it was a year ago. Physically, I feel better now than I have in two years, but I think I will always carry this ache until I enter eternity.

Jonathon and I want to be able to have brothers and sisters for Lydia, but we are waiting on God’s timing, because we know that each child is born at the perfect time to serve the Lord. We know that Lydia was able to serve God just as He had planned in her short life and for that we are truly thankful. We were challenged this weekend to think of the ways that Lydia Grace’s life changed ours. First of all, she made us Mommy and Daddy. Second of all, she taught us the reality of the fragility of life and that God holds us all in the palm of His hand. Thirdly, she taught me the value of life on earth and the line between where medical treatment has gone too far and where medical treatment is a blessing from God. Lydia, thank you for making me a Mommy. Thank you, dearest Lord Jesus, for continuing to make all things new.