Memories Composed

Memories composed is a blog written by a women called Sarah, she has 4 children.... unfortunately her youngest passed away, his lung didn't develop correctly in the womb and he had a cleft palate.

After many tests the doctor came back with a scan of his lungs, the doctor explained that at this point he would be unable to recover from the damage done to his tiny body. His oxygen levels had been at a low level for too long and he was not going to be able to handle the rigor of the machines much longer.

Sarah and her Husband Josh knew there wasn't really any decision to make. After some discussions with the doctors they decided that they would place Silas in Sarah's arms and slowly take away the machines that were helping his lungs function. Eventually the room cleared and it was just a few of them left, Sarah doesn't write much more which happened on that sad day other than the prayer Silas' grandfather said.

Her family took some photos of those moments they had with him.

All of this made me think about how short time really is, its infinite but also too short. My sister which if you remember from a previous post when I photographer her, her partner and soon to be son when he was in the womb. Hannah was given a 5 year window to have all if any children before the medication she'd have to go on would cause her to become infertile, and also being told she might not be able to have children... but she had little Roman who turns one soon.

It also made me think about me, I also when I was in the womb my mother thought she had a miscarriage, but because it was a Sunday she wouldn't be able to find out until the Monday.... it was then discovered that there was a similar sized pocket next to me, which suggested that I had a twin... But 7 months in to pregnancy the umbilical cord clogged up and I was getting what I needed to grow, this meant i was very small, when I was delivered I was blue and wasn't breathing, before anyone could get a proper look at me I was rushed away the moment they got me to take my first breath. I then spent the next week or so in the neonatal intensive care unit as I couldn't keep myself warm. Once my doctors were confident that I could keep my self warm they let me go home, weighing a very little 4 pounds.

Its at this time that you realise how important family is and the family photos.