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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

One little life

It's amazing how one little life has touched so many over the years. I can't even express the amount of comments I have received on this blog about how Jenna's story has touched them. I have gotten e-mails about it, too, and whenever I debate medical termination on Baby Center, I often hear from people there, too.

Representatives all over our state have heard her story, and I'm sure they have repeated it to others. Her story has reached all over the world, not just the United States. It's hard to believe that a baby that barely weighed half a pound could touch that many people.

It's also hard to believe that it's been two years, two years since I held her in my arms, two years since I gave her body up, even though I know her soul and the essence of her had long since flown away. I have learned so much in that time, and I have changed, too. She changed me for the better. In her honor, I am going to help people who might be going through a similar loss or any kind of situation that leaves them grieving. In honor of her birthday tomorrow, Aug. 12, please do something kind for someone else, and tell them it's in honor of a baby girl who touched your life.

I can't be profound tonight, not on the eve of her birthday. Since I can't come up with any profound words, I will share the poem that was read at her memorial service. It means a lot to me. Also, if you see any dragonflies over the next few days, please let me know. I love to hear stories about them.

The Dragonfly
Once, in a little pond, in the muddy water under the lily pads,
there lived a little water beetle in a community of water
beetles. They lived a simple and comfortable life in the pond
with few disturbances and interruptions.
Once in a while, sadness would come to the community when one of
their fellow beetles would climb the stem of a lily pad and
would never be seen again. They knew when this happened, their
friend was dead, gone forever.
Then, one day, one little water beetle felt an irrestible urge
to climb up that stem. However, he was determined that he would
not leave forever. He would come back and tell his friends what
he had found at the top.
When he reached the top and climbed out of the water onto the
surface of the lily pad, he was so tired, and the sun felt so
warm, that he decided he must take a nap. As he slept, his body
changed and when he woke up, he had turned into a beautiful
blue-tailed dragonfly with broad wings and a slender body
designed for flying.
So, fly he did! And, as he soared, he saw the beauty of a whole
new world and a far superior way of life to what he had never
known existed.
Then he remembered his beetle friends and how they were thinking
by now he was dead. He wanted to go back to tell them, and
explain to them that he was now more alive than he had ever been
before. His life had been fulfilled rather than ended.
But, his new body would not go down into the water. He could
not get back to tell his friends the good news. Then he
understood that their time would come, when they, too, would
know what he now knew. So, he raised his wings and flew off
into his joyous new life!
Author unknown


Radar's Mom said...

Happy birthday sweet Jenna. Today I will do a kindness in honor of you and my sweet Bennett. And maybe the two of you could blow kisses down to the mommy hearts that you changed forever!


OMG!!! I loved that poem!! I know someone who recently lost a child to cancer and may have to share with her....Happy Birthday to your lil' Dragon Fly <3

RedSpiral said...

Hi there, I couldn't stop by, read your story and not comment. I'm a doula and just posted a post last night about a conference of midwives and doulas I attended, where we talked about abortion and how little information is available to women, and how paltry the support is. I couldn't help but read Jenna's story and think, what if you'd had someone there to support you who knew the terrain - maybe you wouldn't have had to sit in that room for so long.

I appreciate so much the courage you have in sharing your story- these stories desperately need voices and I imagine you've had your share of controversy. Stick to your path, keep telling Jenna's story and working toward something better - you aren't alone! We may not be doing the same work but we are definitely sisters.

Bless you and your wonderful family. I'm going to share your blog and hopefully you get support and I apologize for any whackadoos. :)

cgd said...

I just found your blog and wanted to wish baby Jenna a happy birthday. I ended a pregnancy in April at 15 weeks, a little boy with something called body stalk anamolly (basically involves many fatal anatomy defects). I cried when I read your birth story and cannot beleive you were treated like that. I feel grateful to live in the state of NY where they were able to manage my case very differently. I was treated like a patient with a medical issue, in a hospital, with other patients managing medical conditions. My medical team never judged me or questioned my choices, I wish everyone had that experience. You are so brave to speak on out on Jenna's behalf and for other women who have to go through something this terrible. Please let me know if I can help in any way, it would be a wonderful way for me to honor my lost baby and help others who have to walk down this terrible road. (I can be reached at or
sending love to you and your family