Anniversary time...

This April 27th will be the Seventh Anniversary of my Daughters death. Her name was Annie Grace.
At 7 months pregnant We found out that we were going to have a little girl. Then we found out that she had Trisome 18. A genetic disorder effecting the 18th chromosome. Her heart had a hole in it. Most womens bodies abort naturally very early on in the pregnancy. We were told that she would be very ill IF she did survive. And that she would eventually die. She could miscarry at any time. I walked around everyday feeling her kick and being grateful that she was still alive, but also fearful that each day I carried her could be her last. As we came close to the ninth month, we were told that she may not survive delivery. She just kept rolling and kicking away...
Should we buy her clothes? A crib? The Doctors wanted to prepare us for what ever may happen, so they told us that if she did live, it wouldn't be for long. If she died at home, we were told what to do with her remains etc. A doctor would have to come to our home and pronounce her dead, then give us a written form allowing us to bring her to a hospital and then funeral home. She just felt so strong in my tummy, still kicking and hiccuping...
Delivery day. We induced labor because the doctors said she wouldn't develop any further and time was running out. My body went into shock, the Doctors said my body was trying to refuse the drugs because it didn't want to let her go. After they stabilized me, they said her heart was still going. Time to push...We missed her by a few short minutes.
Before I held her I asked the nurses to give her to her Daddy. I had her for nine months, it was his turn have her, even for just a few minutes.Then I held her tiny little body. Her eyes were closed. I wonder if they were like mine. She looked like a tiny little doll...She never had to suffer, feel pain or fear. All she ever felt was warmth, love and peace.
We have her ashes and her picture now.
She graced my life.
I love my little girl. And I am grateful for having her even for such a short time.
One

I read the post not looking at the username, thinking that it was simply one by a new member. I had no idea that it was by you, onebravegirl. It's terribly sad to read though but I appreciate you writing the story here. I'm obviously male but I'm aware that pregnancy is a tough thing to endure in the closing few weeks before delivery; and the delivery itself must be - well very dificult. You gave so much effort for your daughter, but it was never in vane. She might not have been alive for too long, but she was with you for 9 months coexisting with - and inside - you.

That's all I can say on the issue. I've thought about expanding on what I've said but I'm wary of hurting you by potentially saying something inappropriate.

Take care,
Kevin

Thanks Kevin. Say what you want though, I can take it.
One

I cannot now really remember what I was going to say, but it was something along the lines of how I'm sure she was happy in her brief existence. Her world was simply - and entirely - within you. You struggled to with her and never lost hope (from what I can see). That's all I can recall about what i was going to say, but even what i've remembered here is vague.

Kevin