"A Baby Story" Reflection

I recently caught an episode of "A Baby Story" on TLC. In this particular episode what happened with Annabeth's delivery, happened for this couple as well, the difference being their beautiful little girl lived just five days before entering the Life Eternal.

I keep thinking back to her birthday, maybe because her one year birthday is so quickly approaching, but I find myself thinking of that morning so often now. The panic in my doctor's eyes. The room full of specialists. The complete and utter joy of having her which turned to heart wrenching sadness when I realized that she was already gone. The little blue body without a heartbeat, my daughter. The ashen look of grief in Mark's eyes. I hear my desperate, strangled prayers of "Dear God, please save our Baby." I think of the paperwork where they wrote TOA instead of TOB (Time of Arrival instead of Time of Birth). I think of the agony, the anger at having been given life's most precious gift and then having it ripped away. And then I remember the tiny wimper. The rush to the NICU. Pushing Mark to go with her so she wouldn't be alone. The hour long wait to know what was happening, to see her pictures. The two hour wait to meet my little girl.

I thank God for every single precious moment we have been given with her. I

I pray for that couple who only had five days of precious moments to share. I pray for as many days to share with Annabeth that God sees fit to give us.

I am eternally grateful for my life, for her life, for our lovely life together.