(It happened. It's part of our lives and while we're heart broken, WE are not broken.)
39 week sonogram peek before she was to be born in two days.
We arrived at the Dr's office full of excitment and awaiting details.
We were told, "I'm Sorry".
No reason. Heart. Breaking.
We quietly gathered our things and received hugs from strangers.
We sat in a daze while Dr's tried to speak to us.
A cab drove us to the hospital.
Nurses surrounded us with sad looks and took us to our room.
Our families were called. Our families showed up. Our families were in shock.
I delivered her normally two days later.
The room was silent when we finished.
I was glowing seeing her, even though she was not breathing.
She was gorgeous, everything I ever wanted and the best thing ive ever done.
7 pounds 13oz, 21 inches of perfection.
They say cord, but, we may never know.
We love her, we miss her, we yearn for her... we will not forget her.
Dylan Mae Kirby.
We're meant to be parents and a family. We are not discouraged to try again. We made one perfect little girl, we're determined to do it again.
Thank you for all the prayers and thoughts through this very sad time. We feel it.