These are the words my mother told me one day a few weeks ago. I had been at the hospital to visit a lovely woman who was in her last few days of this life. Her daughter had called me through Loreto House. She thought it would mean a lot to her mother for a fellow parishioner to come to pray, and visit with her. I came with a Catholic bio-ethics package for the family, and also the information for the Chaplet of Divine Mercy. I also took a prayer shawl for the sick woman. I met the family who was gathered around their loved one. I touched Mary’s arm as I introduced myself, and offered her the prayer shawl telling her about the love and prayers that were entwined into it.
She was suffering so much physically and seemed to be going in and out of consciousness, but was able to look at me, smile and say a fervent “yes” to my offer of praying with her. I just knew that she was a woman of faith.
As I finished, I spoke briefly to the family members and offered my continued prayers for them and for Mary. It was hard to see the sadness in their eyes. It was obvious how much they loved this woman and how weakened they were from their faithful vigil at her bedside. I thought about the death of my own father, just a few years ago.
As I was leaving the hospital I received a call from Ann, one of the “Moms” that I had been serving through Loreto House. Ann was in labor and was on her way to the same hospital. I went down to the labor and delivery and waited for her to come in. I was given the privilege of being with her for the labor and the delivery.
Ann is one of those brave young women who decided to place her baby for adoption. She loves her baby so much and desires the best for him. She knew that she was not able to provide for his physical and emotional needs at this time in her life, and also wanted two parents for her baby boy. She does not want him to wonder where his next meal is coming from. She wants him to enjoy a happy and healthy home. God blessed Ann. for her generosity, and her labor was something rarely seen. The small amount of pain medication made her sleep through the more difficult parts of her pain. She was given an epidural later on, and then when even more comfortable, she slept even more. When the baby was ready to come out, only 4 or 5 pushes and he was born. I watched a miracle! A sweet healthy baby boy came into this world. Suffering brought forth something beautiful.
This was quite a day. I was thinking about the family upstairs going through the labor of love, keeping vigil with their family. Mary was going through a kind of labor as well. This woman was suffering, but by faith she knew that something beautiful awaited her. The family was laboring, much like Ann, who was just a few floors away. Both had to let go of a loved one, knowing it was best for their loved one.
Birth and death are miracles. Both usually require some suffering, and both bring forth something beautiful. By the cross of our Savior Jesus, both bring forth a new life. God’s love for us is what lets us see life as beautiful.
My mother was correct in our conversation of that day. I was definitely on both sides of the river.
May God Bless you abundantly,
Laurie Bollig
Executive Director, Loreto House
Loretohouse.org