This morning I wrote my post for the art charm swap and auction in support of Beads of Courage. Since it was really meant to be about the art charm I made, I was a bit abrupt when I said:
My child started her life in hospital and the first time I held her we were skin-to-skin and overtop was a handmade quilt. I’ve experienced arts in medicine – it is important.
Today that quilt sits in a little wooden cradle. That cradle was made for me by my dad when I was about 3 or so and always held the same baby doll. Averleigh plays with that doll at my parents house now but oddly doesn’t show much interest in the cradle at home. But our special quilt sits at the ready. It seems that every baby born into the NICU gets one, I didn’t get to pick it myself since I was in recovery at the time. It breaks my heart to think of those who are left with only the quilt. It also hurts to think of all the small ones who are collecting beads of courage one by one. I know how lucky we are.