Imagine being in the ER at eight weeks pregnant bleeding and the doctor telling you that you might be having a miscarriage.

Imagine being only twenty years old and not knowing that you might lose you first child.

Imagine not being able to share you great news that you are having a baby since that there might be chance of losing your unborn child.

Imagine having your ultrasound and seeing your unborn child the size of a peanut.

Imagine going to the ladies room and looking down to see a puddle of bright red blood and wondering if you lost your unborn child.

Imagine waking up to a another puddle of blood and going to the ER and they tell you that you are going to lose your unborn child and they can not help you.

Imagine always being in the ER or OB because of bleeding or pain related to labor.

Imagine finally getting to the 25th week and feeling the hard kicks from your unborn child and knowing that this baby will be born early and might not live.

Imagine being in hard labor for than a week that the OB can not stop.

Imagine being in the hospital the night your water broke and not wanting to look to see if you lost your unborn child and having nurses rush you to L/D.

Imagine being rushed to another hospital because the hospital you are at can not delivery you very early baby that is coming any minute.

Imagine having your Mother and Father sitting by your side watching you in pain and the possibility of losing their grandchild.

Imagine having a breech baby that was merely one pound, eleven ounces at birth and not hearing her cry.

Imagine being the Father, Grandmother and Grandfather and watching the birth of a tiny baby then rushed by you in the hands of a NICU staff and hearing them say "here is your little girl and granddaughter" and seeing those big blue eyes.

Imagine not having the chance to hold your baby girl after being born.

Imagine not seeing your child up close because you are very weak from losing so much blood but far away through glass windows and on hospital bed.

Imagine the feeling that your newborn baby girl might only have a 50% chance to live.

Imagine seeing all the equipment on your baby girl the first time you see her.

Imagine the feeling that your baby needs heart surgery three weeks after being born so early and waiting for the doctor to come out and tell you if she made it or not.

Imagine the NICU doctors telling you that your baby has bleeding on the brain from birth and stress of being born.

Imagine your tiny preemie baby losing weight not gaining weight.

Imagine all the late night phone calls to the NICU and having someone else take care of your very sick baby and them telling you how she is breathing and stats.

Imagine after all the ups and downs at the NICU and after 80 days having your baby girl come home to you finally!!!

Imagine your child's father not wanting to understand why his daughter is sick all the time.

Imagine raising a sick child by yourself.

Imagine not having a answer why you baby was born so early and scared to death that having another baby that you could have another preemie.

But now,

Imagine after eight years having the greatest kid that there could ever be and knowing that she is a miracle from God. She is my life and my soul. My Ashley, my ladybug!!!

Thank you for letting me share my imagine with you!!

Prayers, hopes, hugs and wishes to all........

Nicole, former preemie Mom to Ashley a one pound miracle!!! Miracle's do happen!!!!!!!!! I have proof!!!!!!!

****My sil to be also had a preemie (24 weeker), but God had other plans for her baby girl.

Emily Ann was born July 11th, 2001 and went to join the heavens above on July 17th, 2001. Emily weighed in at one pound, two ounces.

Emily Ann our July Baby....spread your wings little one and fly!!!!

God Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change but Courage to change the things I can and wisdom to know the difference

 

 

 

 

 

 

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