It is almost midnight, making this the end of our second day without Emily. We are about to begin our third day. If I don't stop and think about it, then it all just seems like a bad dream that I can wake up from. Then I stop and think about all the events that have occurred over the past few weeks and find myself crying all over again. The day for our family was spent getting back to a "normal" life. I played with Maddie, did laundry, and picked up toys. I know I did a bit too much, but it felt good to be able to actually do something today. As I write this I am waiting for my sister's plane to arrive. She has dropped everything to come out and be with us this weekend. I am so thankful for her and glad that we get to spend this weekend as a family.
I am a 33 year old wife and mother of four little girls. Three who keep me busy ALL day EVERYDAY and one, Emily Faith who was born at 23 weeks due to a complete placental abruption. She was with us for 10 hours and then went to be with Jesus.