Today's entry of The Gratitude Book Project touched me deeply - it was written by a father whose baby almost died during the first days of its life. Ourselves, we had a scare too: our daughter was born with blue face and the navel cord was wrapped 3 times around her neck. It took me at least half a year to calm down and stop checking if she was still alive every 15-20 minutes during her sleeping times.
Joseph Garcia's entry reminded me about another story I heard more than 5 years ago from a co-participant in a meditation class. I was young, single and unsure if I wanted children at all at the time, but his words of love resonated beautifully with me - and helped me deal with the panic attacks after the birth of my daughter:
When the doctors told Tim (not his real name) that his baby was born but would not survive the night, he felt scared and lost. His wife was still asleep due to the administered anesthetics, so there was nobody to lean on or talk to. At first he didn't want to see the baby, as he felt that seeing it would make coming to terms with its death harder.
After the first shock, he did go to the intensive care ward and a nurse led him to an incubator with a tiny baby boy inside. Its whole body was covered with tubes but there was a small opening around the arms. The nurse allowed Tom to caress the little hand.
Tom spent the whole night there, gently touching the baby's hand and talking to it. He told him that he loved him and that he would be there for him - even if that would mean crying his eyes out till the end of his life after its death.
The morning came and the baby was still alive. Its condition gradually improved and it grew to become a healthy, loving boy.
The power of Love is amazing, isn't it?