Most people can relate to how much we LOVE our children. When they are born(or adopted), it is the happiest day of our lives. Those tiny hands and eyes. Those faint smiles(gas)and those teeny tiny feet. We count fingers and toes just to make sure they are in one piece. We take pictures of every second of everyday to show the world OUR LOVE! However, when our children are born someting else entirely takes over...FEAR. We fear that they will get sick or hurt. We fear that we will out live them, we fear that something will take them away and we can't control the outcome. This world is a dangerous one. Our fears take over, we can't help it. We check on them every 5 minutes and pinch their toes to make them wiggle. We get way down deep close to their face and wait to feel their breath. It's love and the need to protect. Every species protects their young. As a human being I vow to protect my children from the moment I knew I was going to be a mother. At times that made me crazy. So what happens when all the protection in the world can not prevent tragedy?
I recently came upon another triplet mom's blog. Our stories were similar. She had a 4 year old at the time her BBB triplets were born at 33 weeks. They spent some time in the NICU and came home...happy...healthy. She shared all her joys with the blogisphere. "This one is sitting up, that one loves belly time, this one is cooing up a storm". It was like I was reliveing all these amazing memories about my almost 4 year old bouncing baby boys. Then the blog NO ONE wanted to read! While putting her babies down for bed our bloggers sister noticed one of the babies laying on his belly. She turned him over only to find he was unresponsive. He wasn't breathing! She called for the mother who administered CPR and called 911. After several attempts to restart the babys(6 months old) heart, they finally got it started. The hospital staff ran test after test and eventually it was found that the baby had a brain hemorage. He was leagally brain dead.
As I read her post I SOBBED. I cried for every mother out there that has ever lost a child. I cried for every joyous moment that won't be. For every trip down the isle that wouldn't happen. I cried for my children. I cried for their rough beginnings and every tear they have ever shed. I cried for the pain in that mothers heart. For the pain in her childrens heart. For every broken heart...ever.
As of today(this very moment)little Owen Bissing is on life support. Not to save his life, but to save other children all over this country that will recieve his organs and have a chance at life. Pray for his family. They need all the LOVE and prayers that your heart has to offer.
There is so much more to this story that is not mine to tell. I will however ask that ALL of you that read this story stop for a moment and kiss your children, your grandchildren, your neices and nephews and everyone in between. Hold them tight in your arms and let them know how much you care. Life is a gift from God. It is precious and fleeting. It can be taken away at any moment. Don't spend your life concentrating on the BAD of the world. Enjoy the people around you and most of all spread LOVE!