Each Spring Reminding Me by Ravenna Raven, Listener Poet

Origin Story

“Everything that could have gone wrong went wrong,” she said. She held her baby in her arms as she shared their birth story. Her daughter spent three weeks in the NICU, and she was there every day.

As a first-time mom, she loved being pregnant. But at 35 weeks she woke up with her heart racing and a feeling of impending doom. Her blood pressure was dangerously high, and she didn’t leave the hospital again until her daughter was born days later.

She labored for two days, experienced flu-like side effects from magnesium, was unable to walk after an epidural, and wasn’t prepared for the c-section or the hemorrhage that followed. Through it all, her husband was by her side talking her through everything. She described a beautiful moment when the nurses first brought her baby’s face to hers – and she said she’d do it all over again just to have her here.

For three weeks afterwards, she and her husband were at the hospital every day. “Every day was the unknown,” she said. “We became so reliant on the monitors; the nurses call it ‘monitor fever’ – we could hear it in our sleep. It was such an adjustment when we brought her home. We had to learn to trust that she would be fine without them.”

She told me how grateful she was for her support system. “I’d tell any new parent going through this: lean on your village. Ask for help. You can’t do this alone,” she said. “Having support made all the difference for us when we were exhausted and overwhelmed. I don’t know what kind of emotional shape we’d be in otherwise.”

“My greatest hope for her is that she grows up feeling strong and confident,” she said. “She won’t remember this time – just a tiny baby in the face of adversity – but she powered through.”

Ravenna Raven, Listener Poet
Made possible via a partnership between The Good Listening Project & Blue Cross Blue Shield of Illinois

Each Spring Reminding Me

By Ravenna Raven, Listener Poet

When still the spring
is so tender and new,

the tiny early bundles of petals
appear as miracles.

This year
was no different.

Except
you are here.

You are here
as I tell our story,

as I share my greatest
hopes for you,

as I see how much
you’ve been through

and how strong
it has made you.

There isn’t a world where
I wouldn’t choose you

again and again –
each spring reminding me

of our first moment together,
how you changed our lives –

your face next to mine.

More Poems & Stories

Each Spring Reminding Me

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