This is the blanket that we include in our G.U.S. Boxes.

The “Cry Blanket”
When I was in the hospital with my son, Gus, I cried often. The nurses would come running with boxes of tissue. My tears were constant and the tissue didn’t last long so I asked for a blanket. I was brought a crib blanket which was fine…later in the day I found a small pretty blanket left for me to cry into. I’m not sure who left the blanket but it soon became known as the “Cry Blanket”. I loved this blanket and still use it often! I realized , with this blanket, that the tears of a broken-hearted mother are much too precious to fall into a mere tissue…these kind of tears need to fall into something soft and pretty. So, this is your blanket to cry into…..
You’ve kept track of my every toss and turn
Through the sleepless nights,
Each tear entered in your ledger,
Each ache written in your book.
Psalm 56:8