Make people aware of Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome and suport each other
I'm not asking for any donations on here at all, I would ask you to visit www.lhm.org.uk, and donate there if you wish, or just have a look and show your support.
In 2005 I was pregnant, during my 20 week scan it was established that our daughter had a condition known as "Hypoplastic Left Ventricle Heart" where the left side of the babies heart did not develope as it should, and the heart would not be able to pump oxygen around the babies body. We were told our options and we were told all about the operations that the baby could have, and told all about the risks involved. We agreed that the risks were to high and terminated the pregnancy at 24 weeks. This was the hardest thing my partner and I had ever been through, and it broke our hearts.
It's devistating that helpless little babies have to go through so much, more than us adults could even cope with. Their so brave and strong, they are truly amazing little fighters. You can read the success stories of babies that have fought and survived, and they are still fighting as this condition is sadly a life long condition. You can also pay your respects for those very special children that have lost their lives, by reading their families stories and poems, using the link above.
NIKITA LOUISE FLIPPING now rests with the other babies in the Baby Memorial Garden, it's so sad when you see how many babies are actually asleep in the Garden.
Please show your support!
I found this POEM and thought that I would share it with you all.
"A Pair of Shoes"
I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some woman are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.
1. Support Little Hearts Matter
2. Awareness of this condition