Well, I have concluded that most people have no idea what preterm babies and their families go through. People were asking about the baby at work last night, and most people still think I had a miscarriage at 24 weeks. I am sure a miscarriage would be difficult, but I kindly informed them I delivered a living, breathing baby. This same person made the comment that "99.9% of pregnant woman have healthy babies." (I think she was trying to give me hope for the future). Too bad she has no idea. (It drives me insane when people pull statistics out of their butt! Ehhh) Most people can't understand the idea of giving birth to a tiny, perfect human and waching her die. I ask myself everyday...should we have tried to save her? Could we have intubated her? Was she really too small for a central line? I do know she died in peace in the arms of her parents. One of the only gifts I was able to give her. I also love the question..."did you name her?" Hmm...really? Of cours...
Remembering our daughter, Zoelle Hazel Mirth; our journey through infertility and loss