This post is not at all about Addy.  She is having some minor reflux issues and will have testing tomorrow for it and I'll update later on that...

When you are in the NICU, you meet some people that you wonder why God let them be parents and you wonder why they were able to keep their child and you weren't AND then you meet some extraordinary people that deserve to be parents time and time again.  Those deserving parents know each other and we lean on each other because we know there is a purpose and reason to the NICU and our little children that struggle to do the things they should so naturally do.

For privacy purposes, I will not list any names, but I do ask you pray for a family that just lost their little boy.  A beautiful, very well cared for, and sincerely loved by all little boy.

I do not know the whole story, only that he was not there when I went to see Addy this afternoon at Noon. He was supposed to go to parent care either today or tomorrow (the room they go to overnight with parents just before they get discharged, yes, he was almost home). Shortly after I started feeding Addy, I saw a nurse carrying an empty carseat, followed by a lady carrying a memory box, followed by Dr. Vincent. The thing that caught my eye was the memory box.  It looked JUST like the one they gave to us for Reagan.  It's so distinctive in my mind and I started to tear up the second I saw it.  I knew something wasn't good.  I didn't know WHO it was at the time, but I knew someone just lost their child, a pain NO ONE should have to feel.  I went back to feeding Addy and about 45 minutes later, I saw the little boy's parents in no sterile gowns.  They glanced at me for a second and then the nurses took them away.  I overheard just enough to know he was gone.  I teared up and held it back.  They came back around the corner about 5 minutes later and the little boy's mom gave me the biggest hug and all I could muster to say was.. "I'm so...no one should have to feel this pain."  The nurse came and took Addy out of my arms as I immediately became unsteady as I tried to hard to hold my child and cry for the pain of not only this little boy, but Reagan too.  The memories of Reagan and the thought that someone else was having to live that pain just overtook me.  I gave her all my contact info and told her to call me.  Yet, I know in reality, that it was so hard for me to ask for help.  I sure hope his mom contacts me.  I have so much I want to share with her.

All I ask of our friends and family is that you add this little boy to your prayer list.  He was such a loved little boy. and now he is playing with Reagan in Heaven....I just know it.  I can only hope my little girl welcomes him with her angelic wings...

God bless all of you and your families and please hold tight to them and give them that one extra kiss and that one extra hug.  That's all us mothers who lose children ask... love your children just a little more...