tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163203822642488592.post8240729105160946021..comments2023-12-28T05:37:28.168-05:00Comments on Once A Mother...: Pressing Pause While Flashing BackOnce A Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15974149780531831971noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163203822642488592.post-70576461148695189472011-12-07T15:18:47.792-05:002011-12-07T15:18:47.792-05:00This post left me breathless...and took me there w...This post left me breathless...and took me there with you. I am often struck by the way time slows and our world shrinks to the simple details of a doorknob...a sink...a smell. We soak it in and it remains somewhere in the recesses of our mind until that moment of trigger, when it is dredged up and takes us to that place. Sometimes I run, too...and sometimes I pause.Kelly @ Sufficient Grace Ministrieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11182310611088290551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163203822642488592.post-76721025051973366182011-12-05T19:59:28.171-05:002011-12-05T19:59:28.171-05:00This is such a beautiful post. Thank you for shari...This is such a beautiful post. Thank you for sharing your memory so candidly. *hugs*@EndoJourneyhttp://www.journeywithendometriosis.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163203822642488592.post-85991804944653237202011-12-03T04:38:22.755-05:002011-12-03T04:38:22.755-05:00I wish I had more moments to flash back on that we...I wish I had more moments to flash back on that weren't so painful. I guess that is the thing with a stillbirth. It was all so fine..... until it wasn't. She was gone, then there was no hope. And no Hope.<br />This post was simply beautiful, with love oozing out all over the place.<br />xoHope's Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984543289642681339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163203822642488592.post-22075746750219732682011-12-02T15:00:47.886-05:002011-12-02T15:00:47.886-05:00I found myself reading this post and nodding and t...I found myself reading this post and nodding and thinking "Exactly, EXACTLY!!!" I related so much to it. There is so much that I feel I can't put in my blog. Can't put into words. I sometimes go many days between posting because anything I would say would just be too painful to write so I choose to say nothing at all. <br /><br />I too get caught in the flashbacks. Of not wanting to leave some and finding myself entering the ones that I wish I could forget. <br /><br />This is the worst kind of hell imaginable.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13964742577174170595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163203822642488592.post-62647737848676837752011-12-02T14:56:55.467-05:002011-12-02T14:56:55.467-05:00We had 5 of those days in Holden. I go back to a t...We had 5 of those days in Holden. I go back to a time in a pumping room myself. A time before her first OHS, when all I was filled with was hope. When I too pumped because I believed she would be getting my milk. When we moved to the PICU floor things changed. There was a different feeling there too. It's those smells and sounds that I too frequently go back to, thank you for reminding me that I too have those good memories that I have to pause on. My heart is with you.KJHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12499725199867766506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163203822642488592.post-31960231163828676322011-12-02T11:42:55.404-05:002011-12-02T11:42:55.404-05:00Writing is definitely your talent. My senses came ...Writing is definitely your talent. My senses came alive while reading this post. (partly since I've spent time in a NICU so I know the sounds,smell ect)<br />Its interesting what our minds choose to remember...when we pause and lock away those actions/words/sounds...The NICU is one place I hope my future children never end up but if they do its nice to know the care they will have...its unlike any other place in the hospital- the attention and care for all parties is un-matchable.You once again make a connection for me in this post- when you mention the care and it being b/c so many parents walk through the doors with or for their children and leave empty handed. I have never thought to much about that...but it rings true, sad to say.<br />hugs-<br />FeliciaTanaLee Davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08585088144475643598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163203822642488592.post-53700559385764580412011-12-01T15:01:32.579-05:002011-12-01T15:01:32.579-05:00It's amazing how any of those moments catch us...It's amazing how any of those moments catch us. Thank you for sharing this, it reminds me of those smells, sounds, feelings, everything, good, bad and ugly that WERE the NICU. My moment I "pause" in is the day they told us Trey would be taken to the local Children's Hospital to continue his treatment, have surgeries, and "get better". I had so few pictures of him with his eyes open, so when they were loading him into his traveling incubator, he opened his eyes and the nurse grabbed me and said "HERE! His eyes are open, take a picture!" And I did, it was the best pic ever (it's all over my blog). In those blue eyes I saw hope, love, faith, and perseverance, but most of all strength. It was an award winning moment. 24 hours later, we were told "We have a feeling you have not been told the whole story." I choose to pause looking in my son's eyes. HUGS!mysharona76https://www.blogger.com/profile/17911641257808513096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163203822642488592.post-2765689353447020762011-12-01T14:53:16.487-05:002011-12-01T14:53:16.487-05:00(((HUGS)))(((HUGS)))Liathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03712036800388612656noreply@blogger.com