She was born at 3:55am on Saturday, March 26, 2011.
Born at only twenty-two weeks and three days, she wasn't yet strong enough to survive, and she passed one hour and ten minutes later...
We were forced to gain a whole lifetime of love and affection in that short amount of time.
How does one do that exactly? How do you get your head around the idea that not only did you lose her, but that she came and went before you ever even expected her to arrive? One day you're drawing argyle designs on the nursery room walls and making a list of those who you'd like to see at your baby shower, imagining what she will look like and falling in love with her little kicks and punches ~ the next day you "just don't feel right" and end up traveling by ambulance to a high risk unit to try to stop a birth that is far too early.
I was lucky enough to have most of those people who are important to me in the room when she was born. They got to hold her and talk to her, to be part of her life and fall in love with her as I had over the past few months. That is a gift that I could not imagine being without...
It all happened so fast. Too fast. And now I have to figure out how to heal.
I know that this can't be easy to talk about at all sis. I hope it does help in your healing process...I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else that day. Savannah will forever hold a place in my heart!!
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