The Purple Blanket Isn't Yours–A Letter To My Baby Born After Stillbirth

Handing down items from babies who died to their sibling born after.

The purple blanket isn’t yours.

Even though it’s the blanket that covered your car seat when you left the hospital.

Even though it lay in the background of so many of your baby photos,

Even though you sleep with it every night now that you’re old enough.

It’s not yours.

The purple blanket is your sister’s.

It was crocheted for her by your grandma and brought to the hospital while your sister still kicked in my tummy. I can still see your grandma sitting in the corner of my hospital room with it wrapped around her shoulders. I was burning up from my magnesium treatment and I couldn’t fathom why she would want to be bundled up under its cozy, purple warmth.

Your grandma brought the blanket with her because we were expecting your sister to come early. The blanket was there just in case. Just in case the preeclampsia had its way and your sister needed to come early, there would be a fuzzy blanket in shades of violet to welcome her with.

Well, the preeclampsia did have its way. She came early and she came silently. The purple blanket never touched her fragile skin. Its warmth never mingled with hers. There was no time for the purple blanket because I was so sick. Time was so precious when your sister was stillborn and I was fighting so hard not to go with her. There were no snuggly, purple moments together.

But it’s still hers.

Even though it’s not the blanket that covered her car seat when she left the hospital.

Even though it never lay in the background of so many of her baby photos.

Even though she does not sleep with it every night now that she’s old enough.

Because before I carried you and before I carried my grief, I carried her.

It’s hers and she’s passed it on to you; another one of the hand-me-downs from a sister you’ll never meet. Although you’ll never look at one another on this Earth, I promise you will know her name and you will know her story. And even though you will never snuggle up together under a purple blanket, I hope you can feel her presence in its warmth. I hope that when I wrap you up in it and snuggle you close, it feels like she’s hugging you too.

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