The labor went fast. There was no time to get to the hospital and the baby was born at home, attended to by paramedics.
But she didn’t breathe. Her heart had stopped. Only a week before, the doctor had said she might come any time and all was well.
The paramedics did all they could in the ambulance but it was soon apparent that the death had occurred a few days earlier.
Mom and Dad held their little girl that had flown home to heaven before they could get acquainted. Grandmas and Grandpas drove through the night to comfort their children.
They’re left with questions and pain but their faith is strong.
As they returned from the hospital they turned into their neighborhood. Every post, every pole, every tree, every house is adorned with a pink ribbon. Their home is festooned in pink ribbon. Today pink is the color of grief.
Make no mistake. The neighbors know that Baby Scout Lee won’t be coming home. They may have wondered if it was a risk to decorate the neighborhood. But the grieving parents understand the message. “We love you. If we could fill the hole in your heart, even just a tiny bit, we would do it. Since we don’t know what to do, we’ll do something that feels right.
The family will always remember the pink ribbons. Perhaps they’ll gather them up and make something of them, I don’t know.
This is what my nephew wrote on his facebook page.
It’s hard to put into words the emotions we’ve had over the last few days… On Friday night Tayler went into labor with our little baby girl, Scout Lee. Her labor progressed very rapidly and we weren’t able to make it to the hospital, so I called the paramedics and they came and delivered in our bedroom. Tayler did so well. She was unmedicated and was so strong through labor, but our sweet little one wasn’t breathing and her heart was not beating. The paramedics pumped her little heart as we rushed to the ICU. After an hour of trying to get her heart started, the doctor told us that little Scout had returned home to Father. That she had passed away probably a day or two before delivery. We were heartbroken…
We spent the next 24 hours with our little girl, and both of our families drove out from Oregon to be with us. Those tender moments with Scout were so precious. We never got to hear her cry, see her smile, or look into her eyes, but we could feel her spirit with us. She is special, and Father has big plans for her, but we just have to wait a little longer to see her.
We left her last night at the mortuary where they will prepare her body to be buried. We miss her dearly, and our hearts hurt, but we are so grateful for a perfect plan from an all-loving God who knows our sorrows. We are also grateful for all the family and friends that have shown their support. We’ve had people bring us meals, clean our carpets and our home, send flowers and cards, write notes, and give lots of hugs. When we drove home last night, we noticed that all the lamp posts, trees, and garage doors in our neighborhood were tied with a pink bow for our little warrior. Tayler and I about lost it, and I was so grateful to know that we have so many people who are thinking about us during this difficult time.
I know that God has His hand in each of our lives. We’ve felt His love so strongly in the last couple days, and while we don’t fully understand why this happened, we look forward with faith that He has only the best in store for us and for little Scout.
Thank you to everyone for your prayers and thoughts during this difficult time. #LoveYaScout
From the Small One Flown
Mother, kiss me quickly,
For I cannot stay
Father, hold me for awhile
And I would smile if I could
I hate to hurry Dear Ones,
But I have been called before
I’ll wait there for you gladly
And hold open Heaven’s door.