It all started over a month ago, when A* emailed me “I will be delivering a baby girl in about 5 weeks. She will not be coming home with us. She will go home to the Lord shortly after delivery”. If you know anything about the PINK Program, (it was started when a college friend lost her baby unexpectedly, and, in Fernanda’s honor, the PINK Program was started) it isn’t completely unheard of for a kimono to go to a baby that isn’t expected to make it. I have personally taken over 64 kimonos to the hospital for preemies, and babies, but, for some reason, God laid this woman and her daughter on my heart. It has never happened before, and I have sent out hundreds of copies of the kimono pattern. I couldn’t stop thinking about this little girl, and quickly wrote her Mom back, and offered to help, if she would let me, that I would be honored to make her daughter’s (thought of one and only) garment.
I scoured the internet for patterns to make for her. In case you are wondering, there aren’t a lot of patterns for preemie bereavement clothing, and nothing that didn’t look hospital like and generic. I knew I wanted to have her monogram on the front, (I am kinda weird about having things that are just for one child, that’s why I embroider the kimonos, etc) so something big enough to do that, and then, I wanted something that was completely open in the back, but that didn’t look like a pocket or a bed sheet. So I decided to make my own pattern. Within the first two days I had made the actual burial gown, and then the keepsake gown I wanted to make super girly with ruffles, and the monogram on the front fully lined bodice, and, just be able to make it beautiful.
Hadley was the first person in my whole entire life that I prayed for that I didn’t have a personal connection with, that wasn’t a friend of a friend, that wasn’t a relative, not someone I knew, a complete stranger, but that I earnestly prayed for. Every day, at least 10 times a day, I would pray for her, sometimes more. I made it a point that if I saw someone pregnant, a baby, or a child, I would make it a point to pray for Little Miss Hadley. I really hadn’t realized to that point how many babies, children, and pregnant women you see on a daily basis. It turned into a lot of prayers for a little girl I didn’t know. Within a week I sent her package off to her parents, containing anything I thought they might need or want, as quickly as I could send it, because I couldn’t bear the thought of her not having something to bury her in, if the need arose.
As the days inched closer and closer to her due date, and the time ticked closer, I just prayed Hadley would cry, because even that was a long shot, and not expected to happen. Sunday, August 11, 2013 a crying Hadley Mae was brought into the world… which was a HUGE miracle. Minutes gave way to hours, and hours gave way to days, and days, they have given way to a week already… 10 DAYS… In total well over 15,000 minutes… 15,000 minutes that doctors said would never happen…. While no one knows how long she will be on the Earth, my faith has forever been altered through what God has done in Hadley’s precious little life. I am honored that God brought us together. So, that’s the story, if you made it through the whole thing, you deserve a cookie. God is so good, and I know even with what He has already done in Hadley’s short life, she is a testament to His love, grace, and magnificence.