Feb 4, 2011 - we went in for a routine third trimester ultrasound. We saw our little girl on the screen and wondered at how big she was growing and looked forward to her arrival in two more months.
Before we knew what was happening, I was apparently in pre-term labor, so I was being admitted to the hospital immediately. Something didn't look right with the baby's heart and tests were being ordered. Specialists being called in. Thus began a week's stay at the hospital and our nightmare journey to try to save our baby.
We know where that story ended, but it's hard to believe all that began a year ago today. The happiness we felt, the hope and future family with our little Dylan - all changed with one appointment, and we will never be the same.
We move on today with the anticipation of a little boy joining our family in June. Dylan's little brother. Still, the next couple of months will be hard to get through. Too many memories, and none of them good. Wishing to forget would mean forgetting about my little girl and I can't do that.
I miss my Dylan so much.
