I clung to these two gifts as the nurse wheeled me down the hall, into the elevator, and into the hospital lobby. Leaving the hospital without my baby girl is, without a doubt, one of the worst experiences in my life to date. And while I would have traded almost anything to exit that sterile place cradling a healthy Evie, I was grateful to have the memory box and crocheted blanket clutched to my chest.
Yesterday I had the privilege of bringing two handmade memory boxes to our local hospital. They were both made with care, as well as the contents inside. I brought them to the women's bereavement counselor who was very sweet and took the time to thank me and chat with me a while. It was a lovely experience.
I don't want to use the word "excited" because I know giving these gifts means they will be given to two very bereaved families, but I think there is something really special in working hard to make these gifts to communicate worth in these little lives gone far too soon. I am praying hard over each one in hopes that the experience of losing a child will send these mommies running to Jesus, and not away from Him.
I donated these items to the hospital where Evie was born, but I think almost every hospital has this sort of program for families who lose infants. If you enjoy painting, sewing, crocheting, or knitting, maybe consider donating a few items to your local hospital for hurting mommies to take home with them. It really is a wonderful blessing.