Blogging the life of a little girl with a rare chromosome 2q24.3q32.1 deletion
It’s crazy how much guilt one simple thing — like when and how the baby comes — can bring with it. Originally, baby boy’s due date was September 3. Then the doctor told me at some point September 1 was more accurate, but it never got changed in the computer — so September 3 it... Continue Reading →
I brought my nice camera to the hospital. Yet it sat inside my suitcase, untouched, for our entire 11 day stay. Why? Because I didn't want to remember
Years ago, right before we moved to Estonia, I became an aunt for the first time. When Brian was growing up, his favorite toy was a little stuffed penguin he called "Pengie." I decided my new little niece, Mia, needed a stuffed penguin of her own from her Uncle Brian and Aunt Marsh-mallow.
It's Friday, February 5th. And it looks like no one will be coming home today.
We brought our camera with us to the hospital. I had dreamed of weary photos of me holding Eloise, exhausted from labor, of Brian bending down next to me laying in the hospital bed, the nurse taking our first out-of-focus photos as a family. But that's not what happened.
Eloise The Tiny Fighter 