Imagines...

Imagine finding out she is pregnant.

Imagine getting called to come pick her up from work to go to the doctor because "something" isn't right, 4 months in. And they want to monitor her over night. And they want to admit her. And they want to send her to another hospital because "we can not do anything for her".

Imagine a doctor explaining all the problems a preemie can have. Then watching them take her from your wife 4 months early and only weighing 1 lb 2 oz. And seeing your newborn daughter for the second time attached to a machine to keep her alive.

Imagine watching your daughter grow, in an isolette, not able to hold her for 4 weeks. Able to touch her and watch her and see nurses do everything you want to do.

Imagine her, at home, crying, unable to help her. Going too the ER and getting told she needs a helicopter ride to a better hospital.

Imagine her, at 10 months old, a little smaller, a little lighter then other kids her age.

Then lean over and kiss her and hug her and be glad she is still there to hug and kiss.

John, father of Madeline (24 weeker)