Friday, May 14, 2010


The other morning I received this e-mail from a classmate. She wrote:

I'm not going to be in class on Monday and possibly Wednesday. My Ava passed away sometime last week and I had to go into labor to deliver her. She was born around 4:30pm Saturday afternoon...She was a beautiful 3.5 pounds girl. The doctor said Ava's umbilical cord was wrapped so tightly around itself that her nutrients and oxygen got cut off. Apparently, this had a 1/1000 chance of occurring. Maybe I should start playing the lottery...

I'm sure those of you that have kids do this often, but hug and kiss them all again.

"Hug and kiss them all again." Her words continuously march through my mind like an endless parade. While I'm tucking my kids in at night, I hear them. While I'm watching them play in the pool, I hear them again. As I'm listening to their chatter and play at the homework table, my words begin to trumpet along with my mind's parade, "I love you like crazy!" I say it out loud, wanting desperately to brand their hearts with my love.

"Hug and kiss them, Katy." I hear the words, as I sit here typing, and I will hear them again while I'm putting clothes away in their chest of drawers.

When they come home, I will wrap my arms around them, just as I did the day before. Each day, another layer of love comes to rest upon what can never be taken away. Our love.


  1. I just read your last four posts. The mother's day one made me cry. Oh!

    This post though, makes realize I need to quit blogging and go turn of the fourth Sponge Bob in a row and love and read to my kids.

    I can't believe you messed with the Census guy that way.

  2. There is just not enough love in the world for a mother that has empty arms.
    I will hug my babies today and pray that comfort finds it way into your friends heart and life.

  3. She won a frightful lottery. Blessing on her head.

  4. Didn't your heart break a million times while you read this. I told my friend that she will see her Ava again, and this hope is what beckons her out of bed each morning. There aren't very many things that are worse than losing a baby. I was glad for her advice: Be grateful for what is right in front of you, alive.

  5. Thank you for sharing all of your thoughts, insights and experiences as a mother and woman. WOW!! The last few posts really touched me.

    Life is so precious.