Today was the day you were supposed to take birth. But you decided to come early, two months early. Now that I think about why you came early, it comes to my mind that - may be because you wanted us to spend at least some time with you, give us some joys and make us happy.
You were a sweet little baby. The tiny moments that we got to see you, hold you were so precious that we would talk about it to everyone at home. Everyday, I would wait for the clock to hit 9 am and 5 pm, because that was the time I could get to see you and may be touch you. I would be so happy to see you. And on my way back home, I would become miserable. I missed you and wanted to take you home. We saw you smile, cry, yawn, move your limbs. When you were asleep, we wished that you were awake and see more of your activity. We also celebrated your 1 month birthday by giving sweets to the nurses who took care of you in the hospital.
Doctors said that you were fighter after your second surgery. And, yeah you were a fighter. You fought all through the 43 days. I sometime feel that you fought to let me recover from the c-section. It would have been so difficult for me to recover from the surgery had you gone earlier. We were terrified when the doctor at your first hospital told us to shift you to another hospital for a better equipment. But the second hospital was better in a way that they would let me see you any time of the day. I took full advantage of it and saw you many times in a day.
We were devastated the day when doctors told us to be prepared and that things could go either way. And at 10.30 pm that day, the doctor called us to tell that you just had another hour or two to live. We could not believe that this was happening. The doctors gave us some time to spend with you. Your eyes were still tiny bit open and looking at us. We sang you couple of lullabies, trying to put you to sleep. We kissed you for the first and last time and left the room.
It was hard, very hard on us to see you go... and with you went our dreams. We miss you dearly.
Lots of love.
You were a sweet little baby. The tiny moments that we got to see you, hold you were so precious that we would talk about it to everyone at home. Everyday, I would wait for the clock to hit 9 am and 5 pm, because that was the time I could get to see you and may be touch you. I would be so happy to see you. And on my way back home, I would become miserable. I missed you and wanted to take you home. We saw you smile, cry, yawn, move your limbs. When you were asleep, we wished that you were awake and see more of your activity. We also celebrated your 1 month birthday by giving sweets to the nurses who took care of you in the hospital.
Doctors said that you were fighter after your second surgery. And, yeah you were a fighter. You fought all through the 43 days. I sometime feel that you fought to let me recover from the c-section. It would have been so difficult for me to recover from the surgery had you gone earlier. We were terrified when the doctor at your first hospital told us to shift you to another hospital for a better equipment. But the second hospital was better in a way that they would let me see you any time of the day. I took full advantage of it and saw you many times in a day.
We were devastated the day when doctors told us to be prepared and that things could go either way. And at 10.30 pm that day, the doctor called us to tell that you just had another hour or two to live. We could not believe that this was happening. The doctors gave us some time to spend with you. Your eyes were still tiny bit open and looking at us. We sang you couple of lullabies, trying to put you to sleep. We kissed you for the first and last time and left the room.
It was hard, very hard on us to see you go... and with you went our dreams. We miss you dearly.
Lots of love.
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