It was during the dark of the night while nursing my fourth baby boy that my curiosity was ignited. What ignited my curiosity into a sparkling flame was a comment made on a blog I frequently read. A mother referred to her beautiful infant daughter as a “Rainbow Baby.” What was a “Rainbow Baby?”I had never heard this term used before! Through loving comments made by mothers who have experienced the loss of a child through miscarriages or other forms of complications, I learned that a Rainbow Baby is a baby born after loss. I was over whelmed with emotion. With my new baby boy in my arms, I realized that I have been blessed beyond measure with a Rainbow Baby!
How appropriate to name these sweet babies that come to families who have experienced loss as Rainbow Babies! When rainbows appear in the sky there is no denying that rain has fallen, possibly even poured! Many times these rains have been accompanied by ravaging storms. Storms that at times leave tracks of scars covered in pain. Rainbows are a testament that there has been rain. That the storm has indeed come. The land is still wet and possibly still dealing with the devastating aftermaths of having been ravaged by winds but the sun has still risen. For a rainbow can not appear in the stormy sky unless the sun has risen and shown its light and given its energy. A rainbow is a sign that better times are on their way. That the earth and all those that dwell on it are not forgotten.
I have a Rainbow Baby.
My storm has left scars and some of those scars I can see, touch and remember every day. My storm has not been forgotten but there is still sunshine. My Rainbow Baby has brought a tremendous amount of joy to me and my family. He has calmed the stormy sky. He has brightened my family.He is a sign of hope that better days do come after the storm. He is my miraculous RAINBOW in the sky.
He is Abraham.