One More Day
My daughter died yesterday. We fell asleep looking into each others eyes. I remember the feel of her lips on my skin while she fed for her last time. I remember the love I felt as I looked in her eyes and held her for the last time; the feel of her hair, the warmth of skin, the softness of her cheek. One day more and she would have been three weeks old.
Today, I was supposed to take her to her second doctor’s appointment. I wonder if she had lived one day more would she still be alive right now? A friend came by this afternoon to see my new baby girl. God I felt bad when I had to tell her that my baby girl was dead. My friend will never get to see her alive. One more day and she could have held her too.
I remember holding my girl and watching her look around. Her eyes were always drawn to the Christmas tree. She seemed to be fascinated by the lights. When she slept she would smile, then laugh. It was a short laugh but so sweet. God, this hurts so much, if she had lived one more day I could be holding her instead of crying for her.
As tears drop down both cheeks, I try to remember the good things, the softness of her hair. The way it seemed that she would kiss me if I put her lips by mine when she was hungry. She was such a happy baby if she had made it one more day I could listen to her laugh in her sleep again.
My family loves pictures I have collected 70 pictures of her since she was born three weeks ago. I just did the math that is 3.3333 pictures per day. Although we didn’t really take that may per day. I wish now that we had. If I had one more day, you can bet I would have at least 70 more pictures.
I felt so overwhelmed during my time with her, I was taking care of my infant girl, my 7 year old daughter, 3 cats, 3 dogs, 8 puppies, and some fish. But I also remember it as fun. The animals seemed to know her. I think they learned her scent while I was pregnant with her. Looking back it seems that they were telling her goodbye I wish I could have one more day, so I could’ve told her goodbye too.
I remember the good and the bad alike the memories are mixed all together. I can see her face in death as clearly as I saw her face in life. I comfort myself by knowing that she died in my arms. She wasn’t hungry, or cold. Her diaper was clean, she needed a bath but I hadn’t found time. I was going to bath her after she ate, but I fell asleep, and when I woke up she was dead. I wish that I had just one more day.
My daughter died yesterday, but maybe your loved ones are still alive, you may have many days, or you could be like me, and wish for just one more day. Cherish each day as it passes by, never forget yesterday, and remember, sometime, someday, there won’t be just one more day.
Comments:
I just wanted to say thank you!!! You have opened my eyes. I recently posted a journal about me having a problem with keeping my 3 month old. I also have a 3 year old. I only had been keeping him for about one night a week. You have really made me think. I want to go and lay with my baby and I dont care how long he keeps me up. Again thank you.
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