I was 32 weeks pregnant. He was staying in the NICU and when he was 4 days old he had a surgery. He recovered from that and I was patiently waiting for him to gain some weight and grow so that I could bring him home. He was doing much better day by day and I couldn’t believe the progress he was making.
I was totally overwhelmed with feelings of joy, love, and of course worry at the same time. I truly believed I would be taking him home—that he just needed some more time to develop, and I was waiting for the day to leave the hospital with him. But when he was 28 days old, he got an infection and his heart stopped beating. I know I have gained an angel but I don’t know why God wanted me to experience this. My pregnancy wasn’t planned. I wasn’t even trying to get pregnant at that time. It just happened.
I am a woman who had to give my baby back to God. I am that 1 in 4. I am strong, I am brave, I survived the unimaginable, I will never forget and I will stand with others.
