Preemies

The smell of rain *sorry long one*

I wanted to share this with you, sorry it's quite a long one. I recieved it on a rainy march afternoon on my email at work. It hit close to home, my LO may have not been born very early as other babies,but this story made me cry. I don't know if this story is true its just a story that proves to you that our babies are being protect by god. Hope you enjoy.

 

At the end of this story, it gives you two options. I think you will figure out what option I chose.

A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still groggy from surgery.

Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news.
That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver couple's new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.
At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature..

Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs.

'I don't think she's going to make it,' he said, as kindly as he could.

'There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one'

Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived.

She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on. 'No! No!' was all Diana could say. She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four.

Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away

But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. Because Dana 's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love.
All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.
There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger.

But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there.At last, when Dana turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time. And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.

Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy ending is far from the end of her story.

One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving , Texas , Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing.


As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby, when she suddenly fell silent. Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked, 'Do you smell that?'

Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, 'Yes, it smells like rain.'

Dana closed her eyes and again asked, 'Do you smell that?'

Once again, her mother replied, 'Yes, I think we're about to get wet. It smells like rain.'

Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced,
'No, it smells like Him.


'It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest.'

Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children.

Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along.

During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.

You now have 1 of 2 choices. You can either pass this on and let other people catch the chills like you did or you can delete this and act like it didn't touch your heart like it did mine.


IT'S YOUR CALL!

'I can do all things in Him who strengthens me.'
This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, He saw me, and
He asked: 'My child, what is your greatest wish for today?' I responded:
'Lord please, take care of the person who is reading this message, their family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much' The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginning, but not its end..

This message works on the day you receive it. Let us see if it is true.

ANGELS EXIST but some times, since they don't all have wings, we call them FRIENDS.

 

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Re: The smell of rain *sorry long one*

  • That's wonderful.
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  • Thank you so much for sharing I loved it!

    11.2011 - DS1

    02.2013 - loss at 6 wks

    06.2014 - DS2

    10.2015 - loss at 12 wks

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  • Yeah... I'm going to be cynical here for a moment. 

    So, if my child does have a serious medical condition, like Cerebral Palsy, does that mean God wasn't with her?  That I don't trust in God enough? 

    So, a lack of faith is the reason my daughter is disabled?

    I mean, I am happy for this woman and her family that her daughter survived and didn't have any serious complications from her premature.  But, some babies don't survive and some children do have serious complications from their prematurity.  And, it is a huge slap in the face to those families to insinuate that their child is dead or disabled because they don't have enough faith.  What a crock!

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  • imageJoJoGee:

    Yeah... I'm going to be cynical here for a moment. 

    So, if my child does have a serious medical condition, like Cerebral Palsy, does that mean God wasn't with her?  That I don't trust in God enough? 

    So, a lack of faith is the reason my daughter is disabled?

    I mean, I am happy for this woman and her family that her daughter survived and didn't have any serious complications from her premature.  But, some babies don't survive and some children do have serious complications from their prematurity.  And, it is a huge slap in the face to those families to insinuate that their child is dead or disabled because they don't have enough faith.  What a crock!

    I agree with this PP - and I can't stand when stuff like this is spread around, though it's anyone's right to repost. It makes me annoyed because it's insensitive and generally posted by someone with a baby who has a stunning success story. My friends who had a loss or have a child with a disability, so on and so forth, are just as faithful and their amount of faith shouldn't be based on the "success" of their baby.

    The only reason I'm posting this is because I want to bring another perspective to those reading this thread.

  • I normally can't stand "inspirational" stories that get forwarded, but this one had me in a puddle. Although our baby was born at 29 weeks and I was able to kangaroo with him early on, our constant prayer was for God to hold and comfort him when we weren't able to be there. 

    imageJoJoGee:
    So, if my child does have a serious medical condition, like Cerebral Palsy, does that mean God wasn't with her?  That I don't trust in God enough? 

    So, a lack of faith is the reason my daughter is disabled?

    I mean, I am happy for this woman and her family that her daughter survived and didn't have any serious complications from her premature.  But, some babies don't survive and some children do have serious complications from their prematurity.  And, it is a huge slap in the face to those families to insinuate that their child is dead or disabled because they don't have enough faith.  What a crock!

    Personally, I believe those babies are held and comforted by God even more. Saturday, we received the heartbreaking news that a dear friend's week-old baby did not recover from open heart surgery and had passed away. I've been crying a lot for them over the weekend but was encouraged to read her account of the moment it happened:

    Most of you already know but our sweet baby girl went home to her Creator yesterday after a brave and valiant fight. I was sitting next to her in the PICU and I had the strangest, scariest thought: "The angels are here." I got upset with myself for thinking such a negative thought. Shortly after, I began to panic and I felt her spirit leaving and a few minutes later her heart stopped. I got to hold her in my arms as her little body gave up its fight. I thank God for that moment and letting me know that he had sent his very best angels to carry her home. Thank you everyone for all the love and prayers you offered up for Abigail and for us. We are so touched and grateful. Our baby girl may have only lived for one week but she touched more lives in her short earthly life than many people do in a lifetime.
     

    I understand there are many who don't believe in God. For those of us who do, it's all the more comforting to know that God holds and comforts little ones who have serious, permanent complications or who don't survive.

    Julia ~ six miscarriages ~ our sweet miracle baby, Jack, due 5/3/12, was born at 29w1d on February 17, 2012, weighing 2 pounds 8 ounces Lilypie Premature Baby tickers BabyFetus Ticker
  • I am on both sides. I think God is awesome for saving Sam and keeping him healthy and helping him grow to be such a strong boy, but I curse him and question His love that He took away my baby and didn't let him have a chance.

    I am a devout Catholic, and so conflicted. This story brought tears to my eyes and yet anger in my heart. 

    Oh well. Thanks for sharing. I hope one day, Sam will explain to me why he made it and his brother didn't. 

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