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On our Project Linus Blanket Buzz pages, we display different events from across the country. Here you can read about and see where Project Linus blankets are made by volunteers and/or distributed to children in need.
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Seattle, WA
There are so many wonderful stories here that I've read, and mine seems to pale by comparison, but I've thought so often of thanking the people involved in Project Linus and I lost the tag with the name of the wonderful woman who was responsible so I just HAVE to share our little journey here. In October of 2010 I was only 7 1/2 months pregnant and very excited to move into our new home. Unfortunately, during the move I did a bit too much. I'd never had a single problem with my first pregnancy so I didn't think anything of lifting the box that sent my body into labor. That night I begged, pleaded and prayed that my contractions would stop, to no avail. We were rushed to the hospital and my son Jackson was born a month and a half early, and at 5 lbs he was the smallest little thing I'd ever seen. They didn't want to worry me but they wouldn't let me see him, and my smile and relief quickly faded as I realized I couldn't hear him crying. He'd swallowed too much fluid. He was too small. His lungs weren't working properly. Everyone had something different to say and each person said it the same way. Trying to ease my fears. Trying to calm me down. We were moved to the PICU (Prenatal Intensive Care Unit) of Swedish Hospital in Seattle and the first thing I saw was a little blue quilt hanging over the chair. I thought it belonged to the hospital, that I could use it while I stayed there. I noticed a little tag taped to it stating it was from Project Linus. We were only (thankfully) there for three days. But it was three days that I didn't sleep. I wrapped his tiny body in that quilt and sang to him whenever I was allowed to hold him. And when I wasn't, I clung to that quilt like it was the only thing on earth that could keep me from falling apart. When we got the all clear to leave I felt lighter and happier than I've ever felt before. Our son would survive. He would thrive. And when I found out we could keep that quilt I cried. It had comforted me like my own blanket did as a child. It had given me strength and hope. I don't know why. Maybe I could feel the love sewn inside. Or maybe I just needed something familiar to hold on to. But we tucked it around my son as he slept in his car seat and now, one year later, I still wrap my beautiful, healthy son in that blanket and sing him to sleep. Maybe he's too old for me to rock him every night, but when I do, when I look down and see his sleeping body wrapped in that beautiful blue quilt, I can't help but be thankful for the amazing and generous people who give their time and energy and love to make these blankets. They are so much more than material. They are tears and joy and love and hope all stitched together. I need the people who make these to know how important they are. And I pray that the person who made mine stumbles upon this and knows how much it means to my family. -The Hoover Family
Seattle, Washington
