Monday, April 27, 2009

Not for me...

This post is for Kayleigh.

There are a plethora of blogs out there that chronicle the journey of premature babies. The parents (and other family members) of these fragile little ones fill these blogs with words of love, inspiration, courage, and faith. I've happened upon several of these, but no blog caught my attention like that of Kayleigh Anne Freeman.

Right now, my heart breaks for this family. Kayleigh, who has spent the 10 months of her life in the NICU, had surgery a short time ago and is not recovering well. Not too long ago they were happily talking about finally bringing their baby home. Now those conversations have been replaced with ones of how best to spend the remaining days of her life.

I don't know what to say...other than please send a prayer or two their way.

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There is a song bouncing around in my head while I write this post. Maybe because, ultimately, I am confused as to why things are the way they are for Kayleigh right now.

So, instead of my usual "Dance Party" entry, I offer a song dedication to the Freemans:

"Downside Up" by Peter Gabriel


Rob said...

Thank you for this post. I went to the site to read about this little baby and I cried. It is soooooo sad and I am praying for this little ones recovery.

Liz said...

Prayers them and prayers for you, too. I'm just getting caught up on blog reading.

Funny- my husband and I were just talking about how we handle health issues individually. He prefers to avoid and not acknowledge and not be proactive because he doesn't want to know. His dad had prostrate cancer a decade ago- fought it and has been in remission for many years since. But now a good friend's mother is dying from cancer. A co-worker is dying from cancer. So he feel like he's getting these signs to get checked out but is terrified they will find something. So he wants to just ignore it all.

I'm just the opposite. I'd have gotten a mammogram at the age of 18 if they'd let me (no history of breast cancer in my family so no cause). I don't go to the doc often or regularly... but if there is soemthing wrong, I'm all over it and I want to fix it. And I'm a freakin' rooster when it comes to my own problems!

Anywho... praying, praying, praying.