Two Weeks ...

Two weeks have passed since my life became "pre-Emma" and our new reality. Emma was still alive the following Saturday morning, and we decided to opt for a "safer" C-section delivery. Her viability would be determined by the neonatologist, who would assess her. I knew I could do nothing more than give her the chance at life. That is a very difficult position to be in as a parent - impotent, dependent upon others, praying desperately that this child would be strong enough to survive the terrible odds against her. The option of allowing my body to go into labor naturally, and delivering a baby that was sure to not survive the birth process was no longer a consideration for me. Perhaps if her heart had stopped beating during the night - but it had not. Instead, she was still with me, as if to say, "I can do this, Mom - just have faith."