“Be Happy He’s Alive”

Why do people think this is an appropriate thing to say to a preemie parent…or any parent?

“Be happy he’s alive”

Why?!  Why?!


It’s like dumping a huge tar and feathers bucket of guilt over someone

Do you know what preemie parents (and all parents) have too much of?  Guilt.

For some, it’s all-consuming, for others it’s quietly nagging at the back of their mind and jumps up on occasion.  For me, I’d say it’s mostly at the back of the mind but there are certain triggers.  Like when I get frustrated with Kellen for talking too much and just wish he’d be quiet…”for, like, 30 seconds…can I please get 30 seconds of silence”.  And then the little guilt devil in me pops up and says, “you should be happy he’s able to talk.  He has words and he has a voice that fully projects (albeit, sometimes too loudly).  Don’t you wish Owen could do those things too?”  Guilt.  My other guilt Achilles heel is breast-feeding.  I see someone posting about the benefits…most likely they are being informants and not intending to judge…and I feel judged.  I tried so hard with both of my boys to very little success and then with Owen my breast milk nearly killed him.  He acquired CMV from me…from the minuscule amounts of breast milk that I was able to give him.  CMV caused his intestines to perforate and is likely what caused his PVL.  Yea, that’s a tough one.  I feel guilty that I couldn’t give it and I feel guilty that I gave it.  If that’s not enough, I also feel guilty that I’m letting myself feel guilty.

Rational?  Nope.  All consuming?  No, I don’t think about it most days.  Hurts like hell?  Yes.

Those two guilt-triggers, make me get down for a few minutes and usually result in a bit of a self reprimand or a quiet pity party.  However, when some says,

Be happy he’s alive

I come out swinging.

Here’s why.  There is not a day in my life..actually, there are very few minutes in my life that go by without my being thankful that both of my sons are alive and doing well.  They both had scary births (Kellen, Owen).  The only way I got through Owen’s first year of life is because I reminded myself that I was lucky to spend 2/3 of the year in the hospital and that I was lucky to be so damned tired and that I was lucky that Owen had a future for me to worry about.  Many times, every single day, I thought “why is this so hard?” and then I’d remember all the babies and moms I knew who didn’t get the same opportunity as Owen and I and I’d stamp the fact that my life had its own challenges into the back of my brain to fester.

So, yes, remembering that I should be happy that Owen was alive was what got me through that first year…however, it wasn’t healthy.  Every time I said it to myself, I was beating myself up.  It wasn’t me taking a moment to appreciate what I had.  I was taking a moment to punish myself for admitting that my circumstances were hard.  It was a self-lecture that I didn’t have a right to complain.

I don’t deserve to be punished for my children living.  That punishment should not come from me and it definitely should not come from anyone else.

I do deserve to celebrate their life.  It is my responsibility to appreciate what I have and what my children have.  I understand I can create my own happiness and sometimes the best way to create my own happiness is taking a moment to acknowledge that not every emotion I feel is happiness.  Sometimes I might even need a wake up call that I’ve been too negative.  If you need to give that wake up call, feel free to point out that I’ve seemed down lately.  Maybe ask what you can do to help, but do not admonish me by reminding me how close I was to losing my son(s).  I promise you, that is a fact that I can never forget.

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12 thoughts on ““Be Happy He’s Alive”

  1. YES!!!!! I was like you, that first year just so incredibly grateful that Boo came home. But it was hard and it became an “how dare you complain” rather than a “wow this is awesome” mantra.

    Of course we are thankful they are alive. But we are also tired, overstressed and in need of some to once in a while say, that sucks why don’t you vent for a while? Hence the birth of the blog 🙂

    • Exactly! If other’s don’t want to hear it, they don’t have to read it. Blogs are the best therapy ever! And a great introduction to cool people, like you!

  2. Wholeheartedly agree. I was told to be happy my 28 weeker was alive because 20 yrs earlier we would not have been so lucky (by an SHO)
    Being told to be happy like this is an admonishment not an encouragement, usually dished out by someone without the first clue.
    Really like reading your posts-thanks

  3. we already feel guilty we don’t need to have people tell us. I think that you do your best no not everyone can breast feed and that’s ok. you still are feeding your child. you are a great mom, we do our best with what we have. keep up the good work.

  4. Thank you so much for another great article. Reading your articles is the best therapy for me. The other comment that angers me is: “well, he’s ok now”. That does not dismiss all that has happened. I look at his feet everyday and see the marks where hundreds of blood draws were taken. Even if I forgot one day (which does not happen), I am reminded once again when I see his feet.

    • Jennifer, thank you. Your words mean more than I can say. It really is cathartic to go through this journey together. Kisses for your little man’s feet. Yes, we can’t dismiss where any of us have come from, it’s a big part of where we are.

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