Madeline Alice

Maddie
All day, I have been moving about in a sorrowful daze. Prying a receipt out of Simone’s mouth only to burst into tears and squeeze her uselessly. Sitting here, blank. Refreshing various webpages, opening various Word documents, closing them again. I don’t have anything much to say, or maybe I have too many things, all warring for the upper hand.

The first time I saw Maddie’s picture, I thought “That is the cutest baby I have ever seen!” and then felt vaguely traitorous, as I was holding my own baby at the time. But it couldn’t be denied. And plucky! That baby was plucky, which I am almost certain she got from her mother. Maddie died yesterday.

Maddie was a former preemie with chronic lung disease, like Simone, and this would be an opportune time to remind you what a real and present danger prematurity poses, but today, especially, no one needs reminding. My March of Dimes button is where it has always been, and a link to Maddie’s March of Dimes page can be found here. I am scheduled to make a speech at the St. Paul March for Babies, and while I wasn’t certain before what I would say, I am now. Of course I will be walking for Simone, but Simone can walk (well, ride) for herself, and so I will also be walking for Maddie.

A Paypal account has been set up to help cover Heather and Mike’s expenses, because on the list of “Things No One Should Ever Have To Do,” “Pay For Child’s Funeral” comes right after “Have Child’s Funeral In First Place.” The Spohrs have asked that donations to the March of Dimes in Maddie’s name be made in lieu of sending flowers, and over $14,000 has been donated so far, which makes me cry every time I think about it. If you feel compelled to send something tangible, like chocolate or gin, an address can be found here.

I’m going to get back to it now, my blank staring, my sudden outbursts of affection and tears, all the while thinking about the unthinkable, about Maddie. About Heather, and what she is doing right now all the way across the country without her baby. I imagine what it might have been like in that PICU room, what it might have been like to walk back into her house for the first time. I don’t think I’ll be getting to sleep anytime soon.