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She was called here on a special mission. My princess..my miracle. Over and over, the doctors would say,"she can't continue like this", yet she continued to live on. We prayed, friends prayed, thousands of people prayed, we all prayed for the miracle of healing. We were granted that miracle, maybe not to the extent we wanted, but it was a miracle that her condition improved..and the focus of her care changed. The doctors told us that if we made it to 42wks, she might have a chance to breathe with assistance and be eligible for a heart transplant. I was so afraid I would be doing all this..trying to save her and then lose her to stillbirth, like her brother, Daniel. I was also afraid that she would die before I had a chance to hold her. So I asked that if my daughter could not be healed..by miracle or medicine..that at least I be allowed to hold my living daughter in my arms. The choices were decided when she was born at 35wks. She was too small..they could only help keep her warm. So many things, we tried to cram into those precious hours. Eight precious hours, I am so thankful for. Mommy's arms will always ache until I hold you again, my little princess. |
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