How a Mom of Preemies Begins a Ministry of LOVE & HOPE (Part I)

Please welcome Amber from Preemie Prints Ministry as she shares her story from the cross to God’s merciful gift of love.

The founding of Preemie Prints-Part I

I woke up January 1, 2011 with this urge to search the internet.  I do that a lot!  I am a researcher always looking for inspiring information. I’m also a photographer and recently received a new DSLR camera as a gift. I had settled in with a cup of coffee to research photographers and look at inspiring pictures, which is one of my favorite pass times. I am going to interject a little background information here:
I had identical twin girls one year ago. They are dolls and have changed me as a person from the moment they were born. However, we had a very rough start together! My blood pressure had been rising slowly over the last trimester of my pregnancy, and when I went in to see my Dr. for my 32 week appointment it had spiked. My Dr. diagnosed me with preeclampsia, a condition in which high blood pressure develops after 20 weeks. It can be very dangerous for both mother and child, so this condition is a major cause of premature birth. I was promptly admitted into the hospital and she delivered my twins at 33 weeks.
My girls were in the NICU for 4 weeks. The experience of parenting in an NICU with premature babies is life changing. I didn’t know it at the time but over the past months, I have realized that statement to be true. Once we got home the chaos didn’t end. Both girls were hooked up to apnea monitors for their breathing. I was having to change sensor pads and figure out how best to attach them to their tiny bodies and extremely sensitive skin. All while pumping milk for them every 4 hours, not getting near enough sleep, and wondering if they would breath through the night. Over the next months I developed post pardum depression and that was a whole new level of scary. First time mom, surgery, NICU, preemies, pumping milk, apnea, and now depression? It was a roller coaster, but thankfully in the midst of the chaos I stayed strong in my prayer life. I prayed often to St. Philomena and St. Gianna Molla; I know they were with me. 
From the time my twins were about 3 months up until January 1 of this year, I knew I had a calling to do something with preemies and the NICU. I am not a nurse or a Doctor so I prayed about what this calling might be for a compassionate creative artist like me.  Fast forward to 1-1.  I’m sitting at my computer researching and looking at pictures, and I come across an amazing image of a tiny preemie holding tightly onto her mom’s finger. 
preemie holding momma’s finger
All of a sudden like a powerful yet peaceful wave crashing over me God touches my soul. I know in an instant that this is what I am supposed to do…this is the answer to my calling. I had just been given a DSLR camera, I love creating memories, I love preemies, I want to help people and offer them support, I am prayerful and compassionate, and I know full heartedly that at some point all of these things will come together to form a ministry for God. He honestly worked just like that. In a moment, through a picture of a preemie holding her mom’s finger, just as I had done one year ago with my preemies. In that moment, in spite of any reservations about the timing and our financial situation, I knew this was the beginning of the answer to my novena. Just like God usually works, it was very unexpected. 
Having this new passion and God in full control of it led to very fast developments. Over the next month Preemie Prints was formed. The website, idea, story, and organization miraculously took shape. People were being brought together in unexplainable ways, inspiring stories were being shared, relationships were being formed, and I was in awe of it. In the past I always wondered, when God was in complete control, if I ever fully surrendered, would I feel restricted? I find the answer is simply no. I have felt more free over the past two months than ever before. I feel happier, inspired, trusting, and loved. I have felt moments of fear when it all seems to be happening fast and then I wonder things like “what if this doesn’t work”, “what if people don’t like or support this ministry”. Then, I realize it is the devil battling God’s work. When this happens I stop and pray. I pray novenas and I pray every day for God to do with this ministry as He so chooses and to not let my human hands corrupt it in any way. I pray for purity. I know I am doing God’s work through being a wife and mother and now through Preemie Prints. This is what I was meant for here on earth. My twins, the difficulties that came along with their birth, a fondness for creating memories, and a momentary life changing spark is how this ministry came to be. 
To be continued…  Part II: Our Mission and Future

Prayer Page for Preemies

Please check out the new prayer support page for parents with preemies:


http://preemieprintsprayerpage.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-aara.html


This prayer page is a place of sincere, deep, and meditative prayer for babies worldwide. Families with premature, ill, or dying babies are invited to send their prayer needs and a picture, if possible, of the baby to be placed on this page. Women contemplating having an abortion vs. choosing life for their baby are asked to share their difficulties in making that decision. Any woman or family member experiencing a crisis or high-risk pregnancy is invited to share their prayer needs. This is a place of prayer not counsel. All that is needed to receive our prayers is to tell us what you are going through.

This page is a prayer network of churches, Christian organizations, prayer sites, prayer groups, and loving individuals walking in Christ’s light established to pray fervently. We will PRAY LIKE HANNAH DID, for each and every baby, mother, or family member that is added to this page. The people who create this network know how powerful prayer is and that it works. We invite you to pray with us. Prayer changes situations. Prayer changes lives. Through prayer miracles happen.

We do not know God’s plan and accept however He answers our prayers, but we do believe He answers us just as He answered Hannah. She was told she would never have a child, but she did not accept that. She prayed for and was given a son who she named Samuel.

Please submit your prayer needs below so that we can pray with you for the health and life of your baby.

The Thomas Dress

Imogen never had a new dress until her brother died.
She was five years old and although she had plenty of pretty clothes, she’d never had a dress chosen especially for her, a dress that hadn’t previously been worn by her older sister or cousins. It was a very special day, the day we went to town to buy Imogen her first brand new dress.
As soon as we entered the children’s boutique, we saw the perfect dress. Imogen held it up under her chin, her eyes large, her smile wide. It was pale pink with puffed sleeves and the skirt was perfect for swirling. A Briar Rose dress. A real little girl dress.
The shop assistant hurried up to us. “Oh, you will look so pretty in that dress. Is it for a special occasion?”
“Yes,” Imogen replied. “It’s for my brother’s funeral.”
Thomas’ death was not a sad time for Imogen. She was the only member of our family who didn’t cry during those traumatic days. The photographs show her smile beaming out amidst the tears of her siblings and her parents.
Shortly after Thomas died, we gathered together our other children and explained that Thomas was now in heaven with God. Imogen replied, “Then why are you crying? It’s good. Thomas is alive with God. Don’t you want to go to heaven and be with God?” I remember wondering how Thomas’ death could be good. It didn’t feel good. Perhaps all that about heaven and going to God was just a pretence: something said to comfort bereaved parents.
There wasn’t a lot we could do for our son. Unlike other newborn babies, he didn’t need us. But we could give him a beautiful funeral. This would be the last event of his short life on earth and I was determined to make the most of it. Of course, it was very distressing farewelling a baby we’d only had with us for a day. We’d had such hopes for his future and now there was no future. But even though I couldn’t prevent the constant flow of tears, I didn’t want his funeral to pass in a blur of sorrow. I wanted to remember every moment. I wanted it to go on forever. However, like all events it came to an end and before we knew it, we were processing towards his open grave.
Father Francis carried Thomas’ tiny coffin. He held it so reverently as if he were carrying something very precious. Afterwards, he confided to us what an honour it was carrying our son; he could feel a special presence; he was carrying a saint.
There were many families at Thomas’ funeral. Children of all ages gathered around the grave. There were little girls everywhere, skipping among the tombstones like pretty butterflies, their pastel dresses swirling, their hair ribbons fluttering, their hair streaming out behind them in the breeze. Despite severe frowns from solemn parents, single flowers were gathered from graves until each little girl had a beautiful posy. And surrounded by all her fellow butterflies Imogen was having a perfect day. There she was in her new pink dress with all her friends, enjoying the spring sunshine as if she were on a picnic.
Thomas’ funeral was beautiful. So many friends and members of family shared this painful but special day with us. The charming old church was full; the music was hauntingly stirring; the homily was moving. But one of the most beautiful of all my memories is that of Imogen dancing between the graves as if she were celebrating the short life and death of her tiny brother.
Death is a normal part of life. It is extremely sorrowful, excruciatingly painful. However, it is not something dark, something to be hidden away. While we were mourning the loss of our son, it was so consoling to be reminded that there was still beauty in life: a glimmer of hope for the future.
A few years after Thomas’ death, Imogen’s goldfish died. She cried as if her heart were breaking. I was a bit bemused. “You didn’t cry when your brother died, “I remarked. “Why are you so sad now?”
“I didn’t understand then, Mum. Even though Thomas was going to God it was still sad. I would have cried if I’d been older”. She wouldn’t have thought only of her new dress.
We have still got that dress. We call it The Thomas Dress. Imogen loved that pale pink creation. Charlotte in her turn wore it. Although she had only been two when Thomas died, she knew it was a very special dress. The dress is a little faded now. Sophie and Gemma-Rose will not get to wear it. But we will keep the dress. It connects a sister to a brother. I will always remember Imogen skipping along in it, a ray of sunshine falling on that day of grief.

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Our Lady of Lourdes

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“The Lady was standing above the rose-tree, in a position very similar to that shown in the miraculous medal. At my third request her face became very serious and she seemed to bow down in an attitude of humility. Then she joined her hands and raised them to her breast . . . She looked up to heaven . . . then slowly opening her hands and leaning forward towards me, she said to me in a voice vibrating with emotion, ‘I Am The Immaculate Conception (Que Soy Era Immaculate Councepcion).’

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Venerable Henriette DeLille

I wanted to share a film with you called “The Courage to Love”  this is about 
Ven. Henriette DeLille.  She was proclaimed venerable on March 27, 2010 by Pope Benedict XVI    for her heroic virtues.  I do believe her intercession is much needed in these days that we are now living in today.  Hope you get the chance to watch the film, it’s wonderful!

more on Ven. Henriette:


Prayer for the Beatification of Henriette DeLille

O good and gracious God, you called Henriette DeLille to give herself in service and in love to the slaves and the sick, to the orphan and the aged, to the forgotten and the despised. Grant that inspired by her life we might be renewed in heart and mind. If it be your will, may she one day be raised to the honor of sainthood. By her prayers may we live in harmony and peace. Through Jesus Christ our Lord, Amen. 


Nihil Obstat: Rev. Msgr. Franz Graef, STD

Imprimatur: Most. Rev. Francis B. Schulte, 

Archbishop of New Orleans, August 23, 1997


For further information (such as holy cards), write:

Director, Henriette Delille Commission Office

6901 Chef Menteur Highway

New Orleans, LA 70126-5290