My heartache began on Thanksgiving morning…the day after the birth of my second
daughter. I was without her for six long, confusing, excruciating days.
What should have been a happy time, turned into an agonizing event as I stood there shaking at the nurse’s station when I checked out without my baby daughter. She was severely jaundiced and we were separated before I even got to hold her and rushed to a bigger hospital better equipped to handle such a serious case.
Prayers and promises were made to God; He listened and answered them all
This was almost 12 years ago, but when Thanksgiving comes around, I am reminded of those long days and nights, and instead of focusing on the devastation, I give thanks to God for letting me go and get her, and bring her home.
What pain you are sharing with us, Marilyn, how wrenching the days that make us remember heart-ache...kisses to the babe, (((hugs))) to you.
Tried to contact you, some of my messages and replies are not going through, not to worry, I had many little things in my childhood, just not Grandpa little things, thank you for caring, Marilyn! Lovely lady.
Oh Marylin, thank you for sharing this. I am in Pre and Perinatal training to be an advocate directly to people going through traumas of this nature--learning to help people all through pregnancy and birth processes minimize the numerous potentials for trauma and maximize the joy through understanding. This is so telling and poignent. Also, thanks so much for introducing me to your Betty. I am honored.
Vicky
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on November 22, 2002
No matter what the ending God is always there :-) Good write!
Oh Marilyn! I was feeling so sad in the beginning, but when I read the ending, I was happy for you.
Very well-written emotional piece, kept this reader's interest from beginning to end.
Sandie Angel :o) / May Lu $*_*$
Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
Reviewed on November 20, 2002
I can't imagine the pain you felt
but i can touch a small part of it through this writing. I am glad it all worked out
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on November 20, 2002
Marilyn, the very same thing happened to me when my second son was born, the empty arms are unbearable, he was so jaundiced he almost died, I so infected I almost died, we were separated two weeks and it was pure torture, I completely understand this poem. I'm so glad you and I both eventually got to hold them.
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on November 19, 2002
So glad all was well in the end....A beautiful reflection on a time that must have been heart wrenchingly sad. Ty for sharing this, Dani
So happy it turned out well! That was a scary time and the fact that it was close to thanksgiving day imprinted even stronger. Glad you wrote about it;-)
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on November 19, 2002
I'm so happy the ending turned
out positive.
There has to be a God?
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on November 19, 2002
my heart stopped until I read your note at the end...blessed happy ending
After a long awaited weekend visitation caused by false allegations of sexual abuse, Glen got to see his children for the first time in over two months. He promised them that they would never be apart again and then they disappeared.
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Tried to contact you, some of my messages and replies are not going through, not to worry, I had many little things in my childhood, just not Grandpa little things, thank you for caring, Marilyn! Lovely lady.
Erin
:)
Vicky
Very well-written emotional piece, kept this reader's interest from beginning to end.
Sandie Angel :o) / May Lu $*_*$
but i can touch a small part of it through this writing. I am glad it all worked out
out positive.
There has to be a God?