When my son, whom I’ll affectionately refer to as Little Snuggle Monster (the snuggliest little bundle of joy you can imagine), was just 7 weeks old, he faced multiple acute cardiac arrests that eventually landed him on life support and, ultimately, a Berlin Heart pump. The doctors gave us the tough news: his heart would never function properly on its own again. A transplant was his only hope. As new parents, my partner and I were already juggling the wild ride of sleepless nights and hormonal chaos, and now I was confronted with the terrifying possibility of losing this precious little one whom I had loved with every fiber of my being. And to make matters worse, no one could explain why this was happening.
The following months were an emotional tidal wave. Each wave of grief crashed over me, leaving me gasping for air before the next one rolled in. It felt never-ending, like a relentless storm that wouldn’t let up.
Yet through it all, Little Snuggle Monster showed resilience like you wouldn’t believe. Doctors warned us that his kidneys wouldn’t function properly for months, but he surprised everyone by peeing on multiple nurses (classic move!). They said his lungs were filled with fluid, but in no time, he was breathing on his own, defying all odds. Even hefty doses of sedatives couldn’t slow him down.
Statistically, he shouldn’t have made it, yet he celebrated small victories every day. That’s what made the setbacks so crushing. Just when we dared to breathe a sigh of relief, something would go wrong, like an infection appearing or him needing yet another procedure. Our fleeting moments of calm were often interrupted, leaving us breathless once more.
Little Snuggle Monster never wavered, and I fought to keep my head above water too. But focusing on the positives was a monumental challenge when darkness loomed large around me. Just as I felt myself drifting away from reality, a lifeline appeared: I received the call that a donor had been found for my Little Snuggle Monster. That lifeline was tied to a hand—yours—pulling me from the depths of despair.
In that moment, I wept uncontrollably. Amid the relief that my boy would be saved was the heart-wrenching truth that a sweet, innocent baby—just like mine—had been taken far too soon.
You saved me from a sorrow that no one should ever have to face, yet you carry that weight. You will never hear your child’s laughter again. You will never feel their warmth. I cannot express how deeply I ache for you. I wish I could share in your grief and offer you comfort, but I know that words can’t heal that kind of hurt. I still have my baby, and my sorrow has not diminished.
I often think of you throughout the day. With each smile, every milestone, and every beat of his new heart, I am reminded of your loss. And with each thought of you, guilt washes over me. My joy comes at a terrible cost—your agony. I cry, pray, and hold love for you in my heart.
But the truth is, I may never know who you are. For all I know, you may have lost your little one alongside your baby. If this letter somehow reaches you, I hope it brings you peace and comfort, knowing your angel is cherished beyond measure. Every first for Little Snuggle Monster is also a first for you. Please know that everything we do in his honor is a tribute to your precious child.
While saying “thank you” feels inadequate, it’s all I have. From the depths of my soul, I thank you. You have saved us both.
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Summary
This heartfelt letter expresses gratitude and sorrow from a mother to the mother of her son’s organ donor. It reflects on the challenges faced during a medical crisis while honoring the sacrifice made by the donor’s family. The piece highlights the deep emotional connection between the two families and the complexities of joy and grief intertwined.