My daughter is such a miracle. She had such an impact on the world in her short time here, but she also taught me and my husband so much about love and miracles.
When we found out about her diagnosis, it was crushing. We cried for days, mourning the life we dreamed of living with her. We named her Caroline and decided that we would make every memory with her that we could during the rest of my pregnancy, and we did. I started a journal and made notes about doctor’s appointments as well as what was going on in our lives and how I was feeling, emotionally and physically. We bought the essentials that we needed for the hospital, packed our bags, and waited as we approached full term.
Doctors prepared us for the worst. First we didn’t know if she would make it to term. Then we didn’t know if she would be stillborn. Then we didn’t know if we’d have minutes, hours, or days with our daughter. It seemed that the most likely scenario was to go home from the hospital without her.
We prayed to have some time with Caroline to show her that we love her, and that she would not suffer. I never prayed for her to be healed. I can’t say exactly why I never did. Perhaps because of my faith in medicine and her doctors. Even more so, perhaps because she was perfect the way she was. I couldn’t ask any more of her than to be the beautiful person she was meant to be.
It was a miracle that Caroline was born alive. Her OB cried along beside us, as she didn’t even need any resuscitation. Having minutes with her was another miracle. Having hours with her was yet another miracle. Taking her home from the hospital was another miracle. Having the time at home to care for her and love her and meet more of her family was another miracle. Having both of her parents holding her tight while she passed from this world to the next was another miracle.
Caroline had a special message to send to the world. She showed us that life is precious and delicate and should never be taken for granted. She also showed us the beautiful strength she was given to survive well beyond the time predicted with her diagnosis. She made us parents, and showed us the meaning of unconditional love. When my husband first brought Caroline to me after she was born, I remember looking at those big, bright eyes and being amazed by the miracle in my arms. What a miracle it was to be her mother.
Every baby is a miracle. Every baby is here for a purpose, and every baby matters, even if the only life they knew was that in their mother’s womb. Being Caroline’s mom has been the most difficult experience of my life, but more importantly, the greatest joy I have ever known.