On this day in 1980, I learned that life is not fair - really not fair. Wes and I were headed to the hospital; I was in labor with our first child. We so wanted to meet this child, hold this child, love this child.
But, once we arrived at the hospital things quickly became apparent that this child would not survive. She had a birth defect that was not compatible with life. I delivered our daughter and she was stillborn. Our hearts were shattered into a million pieces, and somehow we had to go on.
The next lesson I learned was hope. Hope that time would heal our raw wounds. Hope that tomorrow would be a better day. Hope that someday we would be able to deliver a healthy baby into our world.
Now I am here, 27 years later, learning that time can heal deep wounds, that there is life after despair. We have been blessed with Anne and John, and they are incredibly precious and loved by us as well as many others. Their oldest sister has always remained deep in my heart and thoughts and I thank God I could be blessed to carry her inside for nine months and learn the biggest life lesson of all: love. We miss you, dear one.