This post mentions preterm and premature babies born too early to stay with us. Please consider skipping this one if you feel it might be too close to home.
I have been thinking for days about how I might write this post. It is such a solemn subject, and the last thing I want to do is write something which might upset others. I thought about not writing about it at all, but I believe in talking about things openly (and gently) – and I think this is a cause which could do with a little more visibility. Conflicted. I am writing about my sewing for Angel Baby Nappies.
Angel Baby Nappies was started by a mother, Tania, whose daughter was born too early, at 22 weeks. Unfortunately, the hospital had no appropriate clothes for Hallie, and Tania was given a chux wipe to wrap her in. Can you imagine?
The group sews and distributes non-functional nappies for preterm stillborn and premature babies who pass away in the NICU. The nappies are gifted in pairs – one for the baby and one for the parents to take home.
It breaks my heart that some parents have babies they don’t get to take home. I can’t imagine how hard that must be, and the way the loss must live on in those parents’ hearts. I saw a reference to Angel Baby Nappies in an online group I belong to and thought it might be a very, very small way I could help.
This set of nappies are the smallest size – you can see how very tiny they are. They are lined with soft flannelette and finished with eyelets and ribbon to make them as adjustable as possible. I’m making nappies in batches, so I’ve a pile of blue ones yet to be top stitched. They still need their ribbons sewn on (the one in the photo was approx 10″ long but I think I really should make them longer so will from hereon in).
If you’re handy with a sewing machine, I encourage you to take some time out and find a service sewing opportunity. Angel Baby Nappies have a facebook page, and an article about their work can be found here.
And to leave you on a lighter note – the penny should have dropped and alarm bells sounded when I wasn’t being bothered during my eyelet punching. Fear the silent toddler.