Blanket A Child in Love

When you walk into a Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, or NICU, you may notice a sea of blankets thrown over the incubators, a parent next to each one, worried, tired, and anxious.  Since the lights are so bright, parents will shield the light a bit with a blanket over the incubator – and in many ways there is an implied “swaddling” in that gesture.  It is a wrapping of that precious little body in every loving way possible, even if the physical act is not yet allowed.

I cannot imagine giving birth, only to find that my delicate little infant not well because she was born too early, or has a birth defect.  And so it is to the babies, AND the parents, that we gift our blankets.  As I described a bit in a previous blog, A Sweet Memory, blankets can come to mean quite a bit to parents as much as to their babies.  There’s nothing like the snuggling warmth of a soft blanket for a parent, as he waits in anticipation of her arrival or his survival.

When I found out about the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit at Dell Children’s Medical Center, I found out immediately whether we could get involved and donate blankets.

If you would like to donate, we will be giving blankets to Dell Children’s Medical Center NICU year round.  You are welcome to leave a message of love with your donation.

May we wrap many babies in hand-made love for years to come.

You wouldn’t believe it, but they’ll take the blankie.

So this is Baby Girl, hands on that satin trim already.  In my post What is it About a Blankie, I talk about when I first noticed that Baby Girl was hooked to the corner of her blankie.  She would run her fingers over that pointed satin and it would get her to sleep night after night!

Well, in this pic, you can already see where the habit started.  This is Baby Girl at just a few days old and she already has the corner of the blanket figured out!

That picture was taken moments before I scooped her delicate little body in my arms.  Her back was as soft as peach fuzz.  She was born at the end of November, and yet in this unpredictable Texas weather I had no choice but to let her teeny little body breathe.  It was hot that day.

There are moments, when she’s curled up in my arms, that I can still see that little baby.  Except there are hugs, kisses, and lots of tickles now, and every day is, somehow, sweeter…

I thought I’d share a journal entry with you that I found relevant to the topic of blankets and what they grow to mean to people.  Even adults like myself.

Date: Recent

As I get ready for bed, I am reminded of the days before Baby Girl.  (The picture, above, was taken in those days… Me on the other side of the lense, with Baby Girl curled up in my belly…)  Those quiet moments, in which a day was an hour, and an hour was a day… Every second pregnant with hope, love, and excitement…

I am reminded of those days because tonight, like those nights, there’s an empty peace like no one’s home.  It’s the first night in a long time, that Baby Girl is not curling up on my belly to fall asleep, the satin trim smoothed over her cheek.

I’m sure by now you’ve gotten I’m a single mom.  And usually, my sweet girl, after lots of hugs, kisses, and giggles, will say, “Lay on Mama’s tummmmeee?”  Every night she nestles close, her index finger on pointed satin, her ear listening to my belly button, as I first read a book, and eventually smooth her hair from her relaxed forehead and pearly eyelids.

Tonight is the first night, in a very long time, that she’s doing an overnight with her Papa.  I listen, and nothing.   Empty quiet.  No soft breathing nearby, nope.  There are no cars passing by, no hum of a heater.  Not even a ticking of a clock.  Just the precise, quick sounds of my typing fingers and….. in between… silence.

Yes, definitely reminds me of the days I waited for Baby Girl.  Like tonight, I would get ready for bed, a book by my side, a last sip of that water… Before I turned out the lamp, found that satin edge, and tucked it under my cheek.

You see, before Blankie loved on Baby Girl, I loved on it.  I loved on it with the same anticipation of seeing my baby girl, much like I love on Blankie tonight, with that all-consuming feeling of anticipation at seeing Baby Girl…

“Wait,” you say.  How is it I’m loving on Blankie tonight?  Doesn’t Baby Girl always sleep with her Blankie?

Backup, baby, backup.  I got Baby Girl a Blankie backup which is kept at her Papa’s house.  But Mama?  She’s got the real thing.

And tonight, like those nights just over two years ago, Mama and Blankie will sleep in peace and wait for Baby Girl.

For children dreaming of a White Christmas, give not a blanket of snow, but a pale blanket of love.

This year, Baby Girl and I have dedicated our Christmas to blanketing children in love.  These are children, age newborn to 5, that have experienced trauma in their young lives.

Baby Girl and I are blessed.  We have more than we need in a home overflowing with love.  And so, we’d like to pass it along. Will you join us?

You see, it’s not just any blanket.  Not only is there a blankie love story (you can read the story on our About page) woven with each blanket, but each blanket is sent off with a blessing and the intention that the child receiving it forever be blanketed in love.

Every $14.99 received will blanket one child in love, and donations received by December 19, 2009 will blanket children in love this holiday season!

We are dedicated to blanket children in love in as many communities as your donations will allow.

Thank you for joining us in love and joy this Christmas and New Year….

She was six month old when I observed a funny behavior.  Baby Girl was exhausted, ready to fall asleep… and yet her eyes, drowsy and half-open, looked for something.  Her hands busily running along the edge of the blanket, searching, eager, and unsatisfied.

“What is she doing?” I thought.  So, I waited to see what she was “looking” for.

Then, I saw it.  Her little fingers reached a corner of the silky satin edge, and immediately her eyelids slowly closed over eyes that rolled back in relief.  Her finger gently moved over the pointed softness for a minute, until little by little, all movement came to a gentle stop.

Baby Girl officially needed the corner of her blanket to fall asleep.

And today, a year-and-a-half later, nothing has changed.  It’s the first thing we grab when her forehead has met the edge of a table or wall… and the last thing she holds onto before drifting to sleep.